Title: Enlightened End
Series: Lotus House #7
Author: Audrey Carlan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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My world ended the day I received an eviction notice for
Lotus House Yoga. Teaching yoga is all I’ve ever known. I’ve been doing tree
pose since the age of two. The studio is my home, my legacy. My mother and her
best friend left Lotus House to me so that I could carry on spreading goodness
and light to everyone who enters our door. Now I’m faced with the very real
possibility that it will all go up in smoke…unless I can convince Grant
Winters—the most ridiculously handsome and arrogant businessman I’ve ever
met—to save not only my business but all those around it.
When I stormed into Grant’s office to beg and plead for a second chance at preserving what my family spent decades building, I had no idea how it would change my life.
A deal was made.
He’d visit the businesses he was planning to destroy and attend classes at Lotus House while I worked to change his mind. In exchange, I had to enter his business-first world of luxury, fast-talking men, and surgically enhanced women.
Turns out, I didn’t fit in... Then again, neither did he.
In the end, we were both enlightened.
When I stormed into Grant’s office to beg and plead for a second chance at preserving what my family spent decades building, I had no idea how it would change my life.
A deal was made.
He’d visit the businesses he was planning to destroy and attend classes at Lotus House while I worked to change his mind. In exchange, I had to enter his business-first world of luxury, fast-talking men, and surgically enhanced women.
Turns out, I didn’t fit in... Then again, neither did he.
In the end, we were both enlightened.
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Audrey
Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling
author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader
a romantic experience that's sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt.
Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, the
Trinity Trilogy and the highly anticipated International Guy Serial.
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She lives
in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her
life. When she's not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with
her "soul sisters" or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance
novel.
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RELEASE BLITZ Title: Me, Please Series: Iron Fury MC #5 Author: Bella Jewel
Title: Me, Please
Series: Iron Fury MC #5
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
Blurb
I don’t do
love triangles.
Hell, I
don’t do women.
I get in. I
get out. I do what I have to do.
Until I
meet them. Two of them. Completely different. Both perfect.
One, soft
and sweet. Beautiful in a way that takes your breath away.
The other,
wild and crazy. The kind that makes your soul spark back to life.
Both of
them speak to me.
Both of
them want me.
I’m in the
middle of a mess, and with my own demons, I don’t know how to fight my way out
of it.
When the
situation becomes dangerous, I have no choice but to protect them both.
And in
doing that, exposing myself and them, to very real pain.
Pain I’ve
fought so long to avoid.
And there
they are, looking at me with those incredible eyes, both saying…
Me, please?
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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA
Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release
was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon
release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a
bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is
currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella
has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013
she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling
modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her
writing career, planning many new releases for the future.
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RELEASE BLITZ Title: Chase A Savage Kings MC Novel Author: Lane Hart & D.B. West
Title: Chase
A Savage Kings MC Novel
A Savage Kings MC Novel
Authors: Lane Hart & D.B. West
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 26, 2018
Blurb
Chase Fury, the VP of the Savage Kings MC has dealt with his fair share of tragedy over the years. He never wanted the responsibility that comes with being at the head of the table, preferring to leave that to his brother, Torin. But after an unexpected attack on the Kings sends his brothers on a path of vengeance, Chase will have no choice but to take on the burden of being the man in charge.
Reporter Sasha Sheridan has steered clear of
any and all bad boy bikers wearing the bearded skull for the last ten years.
While investigating a story, she suddenly finds herself back in the crosshairs
of the Savage Kings. Uncovering the secrets that the club’s president is trying
to keep hidden may very well put her life in danger. She may be able to handle
the threat, but she can’t escape the man who broke her heart.
Chase hasn’t forgiven himself for hurting
Sasha and causing her an unbelievable amount of pain. He still wears her name
on his chest, a reminder of the night that he wrecked his bike and everything
the two of them had together. Now, with secrets, lies, bloodshed, and violence
causing chaos in the club, Chase is determined to use his second chance with
Sasha to keep her safe. He never imagined that the best way to do that would be
to get her as far away from him and the MC as possible.
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New York
Times bestselling author Lane Hart and husband D.B. West were both born and
raised in North Carolina. They still live in the south with their two daughters
and enjoy spending the summers on the beach and watching football in the
fall.
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RELEASE BLITZ Title: Love Redefined Series: Kings Grove #3 Author: Delancey Stewart
Title: Love Redefined
Series: Kings Grove #3
Series: Kings Grove #3
Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Women's Fiction
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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Chance Palmer is the hottest bachelor in Kings Grove, and even his younger brother Sam sees him as a playboy and a charmer. It's nice to be admired, but Chance is ready for something serious--something like the love he had once before. The love he refuses to talk about.
Michaela "Mike" Grayson fell in love once. And though that relationship gave her the son she'd never trade for anything, it came with a darker side she's still trying to escape.
When Michaela's job requires her to scout a tiny town called Kings Grove as a potential resort destination for her company, she's not prepared for what awaits her there: a charming playboy with a knack for making her feel like everything in her world just might work out fine. And Chance is unprepared for the feelings he finds inside himself for Michaela, and for her son, Finn.
Can Mike overcome the darkness in her past enough to trust that Chance might be more than just a fantasy? Can Chance Palmer move past the pain of his first love and fall again?
This is Book 3 in the Kings Grove Series. Each book can be read as a standalone. Perfect for fans of Melody Grace, Bella Andre, Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery.
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Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction
with humor and heart.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.
A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She's been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.
A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.
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RELEASE BLITZ Title: Whiskey Girl Author: Adriane Leigh
Title: Whiskey Girl
Author: Adriane Leigh
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2018
Release Date: June 26, 2018
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She was
the one thing holding him together. Until she was gone.
And then
there was whiskey.
Fallon Gentry has spent the last decade reliving one dark night in
his head. The moment he lost the woman he loved when a single blink cascaded
into a series of events that stole both of their lives. Now his nights are
spent playing music in southern honky-tonks and nursing the memory of her the
only way he knows how–at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
A brief stint in Nashville, a hit song, and a brush with Hollywood
couldn't bring him closer to God, but when the ghost of Augusta Belle Branson
appears in his corner of another lonely dive bar late after dark, he's forced
to confront everything he thought he knew about that fateful night, and a few
things he didn't.
He’s her
contradiction, she’s his salvation.
A firestorm of emotion consumes them when they come together after ten
lost years, every moment more revealing, more unpredictable, more intoxicating
than the next until the only reckoning left for Fallon is the one he must make
with himself. But this time, fate may have left an after-burn too bitter to
swallow. This time, he may lose his whiskey girl for good.
An unforgettable, epic love story about two lost
souls who, against all odds, find themselves through their passion and music.
Filled with raw emotion, this lyrical, all-the-feels masterpiece may catapult
Adriane Leigh into the league of Colleen Hoover, Brittainy Cherry, and L.J.
Shen. — Nelle L'Amour, New York Times Bestselling author of THAT MAN
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One
Fallon
The first time I met Augusta Belle Branson, she was fixin’
on killin’ herself.
Said the minute I’d walked up, she was tryin’ to decide if
jumpin’ off the bridge in the center—where the water was deep and the current
stronger—would be a swifter end, or if she should jump near the edge, where
jagged limestone slabs anchored the slow-moving current.
Certain death for sure.
I replayed the split second when the Indian summer sun burst
through the orange oak leaves, a halo of warmth enveloping her.
Like an angel. Stardust sparkling straight from heaven,
ploppin’ her in my path.
And then she turned, the most startling shade of liquid
amber eyes breathing something real and alive, like fire, into my soul.
That same something I’d been runnin’ from—or chasin’,
dependin’ on how you looked at it—just about every day since.
I settled myself on the lone wooden stool that awaited at center
stage, my thoughts drawing back to the present. My head swam, but the old
familiar chords floated on through the current of whiskey in my blood, and I
strummed the first few notes of a song I wrote a lot of nights ago by an act of
sheer muscle memory.
Old acoustic guitar resting on my knee, my first and third
fingers in position on the strings, the opening chords of “Whiskey Girl” bled
from my fingers.
Every chord, another dagger.
Every whispered lyric, my undoing.
I still didn’t know what the fuck had overtaken me the night
I’d written this song in a fevered rush.
Well, the booze might have played a part, but I happened to
think my best shit came out of uninhibited states.
I’d just had a fuckton of uninhibited states recently.
And the harder the liquor, the more she haunted me.
Whiskey Girl.
My poisoned lullaby.
The crowd of a few hundred erupted into a standing ovation
when I ended with the final, emotion-charged words.
The irony of this song was it was the one that’d launched my
career. The first single to hit radio waves and then the top spot on the
Billboard charts, and brought reporters, music executives, long-lost family
members I wasn’t even really sure I was related to, and too much other scum
with an end game that carried dollar signs to my front doorstep.
I’d moved to Nashville a rising star and left two years
later, middle finger in the air as I tossed my once-promising music career out
with last night’s liquor bottles in favor of the open road.
Chasing something.
Not finding the one thing I needed.
Playing local honky-tonks for a fraction of the money I
could have made.
But the truth was, the road was the only place I could find
my happy.
A familiar ball of pain formed in my throat as I stood,
pushing my guitar over one shoulder and bowing deeply. I couldn’t see a single
face behind the glaring stage lights, but still, some part of me pretended she
could be out there, that I was singing to her.
That she would hear her song and find her way back to me.
After hundreds of faceless crowds and too many bottles of
Tennessee whiskey to bother counting, I still felt the pull inside me to travel
to every town in America if that’s what it took to find her.
Hell, maybe she was happily married with a few kids, a dog,
and a fucking minivan by now.
I nodded my head, giving one last wave to the crowd in the
dark beyond, then left the stage, taking the steps two at a time and angling
past the curtains to head for the tiny-ass dressing room this dive bar
provided. Heading for another chug of amber gold before packing my shit into my
truck and hitting the road.
I pushed a hand through my hair, thinking maybe a shower
would be in order before I bailed, when a curvy little thing backed right up
into me.
My palms landed on her shoulders, warm blond waves falling
in a cascade over one side. The heady scent of peaches and honey filled my
nostrils. My eyes slammed closed and brought me back to summer nights under a
giant oak, fireflies melding together with the stars above like a painting.
“Sorry, I just dropped my phone.” The sweet-scented creature
spun, brilliant smile falling from her face when our eyes made contact for the
first time.
Every coldhearted memory slammed into my chest like a pallet
of bricks.
I narrowed my eyes, gaze tracing the familiar yet unfamiliar
angles of her porcelain face.
She was thinner now, cheeks sharp slashes of bone that
highlighted her always-devastating round eyes and full lips. It was her, all
right. I’d know this woman anywhere.
“Hi, Fallon.” I’d been dreamin’ of this moment for the
better part of a decade, and still, my heart wasn’t prepared for those two
words. My name on her lips left me with a toxic reaction.
My whiskey girl.
My damnation and my salvation.
“I need a fucking minute.” I dropped my hands from her
shoulders, her skin still haunting my fingertips, and walked straight down the
narrow hallway, pushing the rusted back door open so hard the hinges protested.
Warm night air filled my lungs, replacing the empty feeling
seeing her again had left.
“Fallon…” Hell, she’d followed me out.
And hell if wanted her to, but I didn’t not want her to
either.
The emotions bombarding my mind were just a-fucking-bout
unbearable.
“I said I need a fucking minute.” The sentence came out as
more of a growl than I intended. Before she could reply, I stomped across the
potholed parking lot, aiming for my heavy-duty Ford.
I yanked the door open, digging behind the driver’s seat for
a fresh bottle of my favorite recipe.
I couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the half-full bottle I’d
left in my dressing room. I had to get as far the fuck away from her just to
clear my head and process what her being here even meant.
My hands circled the neck of the bottle, and I opened it in
a flash, chugging back the first warm bite of pleasure I’d been craving.
I tossed the cap on my dash and fished the keys out of my
pocket, about to climb into the cab and make hay, when fingertips painted a
dark navy filtered into my vision and back out again, my goddamn truck keys
hanging from one finger.
“Fuck,” I bit out, crawling out of the cab and swiping for
the keys.
My reactions were a helluva lot slower than I thought they
were. How much of that bottle had I drunk before the show? I shook the thought
from my head, realizing this was probably about close to my average state of
play on any given day. Runnin’ away from the life Augusta Belle and I’d had
took something out of me. Something only whiskey could fill.
“I don’t care what your stupid ass does on your own time,
but you’re not dying on mine, Fallon Gentry.”
My head pounded then. A whole fucking sentence out of her
pretty pink lips, and my body’s old dependable reaction to her infuriating
every cell of me.
I’d never been in control when it came to Augusta. Shouldn’t
have been surprised it was no different now.
“As irritating as ever, I see,” I said, swiping for my keys
one more time and missing before I stumbled off around her, whiskey bottle
clutched in my hand and hell on my mind.
Augusta was back, and there wasn’t enough whiskey in the
state of Tennessee to help me deal.
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Adriane Leigh is an Amazon Top 25 and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and erotic romance.
Raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, she was born with a book in
her hand and won her first Young Authors award before the age of ten. She
finished her first romance novel at 14, and hasn't stopped playing with
words since. She earned a literature degree, co-founded and organized
international book conventions with RARE: Romance Author & Reader
Events, and has written more than 45 independent titles under various pen
names.
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She's a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert at: http://www.adrianeleigh.com
Married to her own Prince Charming, she now lives among the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She's a romantic rebel and word junkie that believes wanderlust is life, is part of the #goodvibetribe, and wishes she had more time to read and knit scarves to keep her cozy during the arctic Michigan winters. Yoga pants, puppies, and mac and cheese also help. Never miss a release! Get an alert at: http://www.adrianeleigh.com
Praise
for Adriane's work:
“Sizzling
chemistry, a glamorous world, plot twists…a perfect combination held together
with Adriane Leigh’s addictive writing. I dove into this world, and didn’t want
to come up for air. I can’t wait for more!” –
Alessandra Torre, Hollywood
Dirt
“Adriane
Leigh never dissapoints with equal amounts of heat and heart with all the sex,
suspense and scandal…Leigh’s newest mysterious hero will have you anxiously
flipping pages well into the night trying to uncover his secrets.” –
Jay
Crownover, Marked Men
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