Sunday, August 29, 2021

LIVE ~ Honeymoon Hitman by Jacob Chance


Title: Honeymoon Hitman
Author: Jacob Chance
Genre: Contemporary RomCom
Release Date: August 27, 2021
Cover Design: Emily Wittig Designs

When my engagement comes to an unexpected end one week before my wedding day, my best friend convinces me to go on the honeymoon alone.
Ten days in a remote, tropical location sounds like the perfect medicine for a broken heart.
Sunshine, relaxation, and mixed drinks are all that’s on the agenda, until I bump into Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous. And my agenda flies out the window.

Killing has always been easy for me, until recently. But killing people for a living isn’t a job you can just walk away from.
Agreeing to take on one more assignment, I travel halfway around the world, and that’s where I meet Sadie. She’s the hitch in my plans I never saw coming.
What began as a quick fling in paradise has turned into more, but a mountain of secrets lies between us.
With danger lurking around every corner, and people dropping like flies, how do I keep us safe long enough to solve the mystery of who’s racking up the body count and why?

Jacob Chance is a New Englander. Born and raised in Massachusetts, he still lives there today.

He is a USA Today bestselling author of twenty-seven novels, writing romantic suspense, romantic comedies, and sports romance. He is also half of the male-female writing duo, Remy Blake, who write short, steamy stories with insta love/lust and a side of taboo.

Jacob is a huge football fan, especially of the New England Patriots. He is also a martial artist and self-proclaimed practical joker.

When not writing or working his day job, Jacob enjoys reading, hanging out at the beach, and eating as much bacon as he can.


Thursday, August 26, 2021

LIVE ~ Damaged by Brittany Tarkington


🖤💜 NOW AVAILABLE 💜🖤⁣ ⁣ Damaged, book 4 in The Hazed Series is here! ⁣ ⁣ Secrets, lies and heartbreak, Damaged has it all!⁣ ⁣ Purchase link:⁣ ⁣ The thing I hated most about Scott Thompson was that he could crush my heart and he wouldn’t even know.⁣ ⁣ Lea ran from everything she knew. Her family, the boy she loved, and a past she wanted to erase. After three long years she is finally home. But the moment she sees him, she knew she made a mistake coming back. With him, there was no more running. He was hunting her, and he didn’t even know it.⁣ ⁣ The second he saw her again, he knew. He couldn’t let her go a second time. Three years ago, he let her walk out of his life and he regretted it every moment since. With Lea back and his career skyrocketing, he was on top of the world.⁣ ⁣ Or was he?⁣ ⁣ When secrets and lies start to unravel, Scott must make a choice. Protect the woman he’s always loved or be the reason for her demise.⁣ ⁣ Goodreads:⁣ ⁣ Start the series today!⁣ Hazed:⁣ Unfazed:⁣ Ruined:

Friday, August 20, 2021

Pre-Order ~ Written in Love Letters by Zoey Drake


Title: Written in Love Letters
Series: Moonshine Springs Novel
Author: Zoey Drake
Genre: Small Town, 2nd Chance Romance
Release Date: September 2, 2021


It's been four years since one night changed our lives...
I lost my heart, my soul, the love of my life.
She left without a word and never gave me a chance to explain.
Was I mad? Hell yeah.
But I never stopped loving her.
So I wrote her a letter, and then another one, and then another...
Now she's back again and I can't help the feelings I'm having. Just like before, she's the oxygen in my lungs and the sun in my sky.
Except, she's hell bent on never giving me another chance.

Four years ago, Remington made one decision that changed our future.
It hurt too much to relive that night over and over again, so I ran.
I went to the city and started over, ignoring all things Remington.
But after losing my job, I have no choice but to move home.
Back to Moonshine Springs.
Back to where my heart was shattered into a million pieces.
He seems to think we stand a chance, that we can move on and be something to each other once again.
I'm not so sure I can trust him, though.
Or that I'm willing to risk the pain that comes with loving Remington.
All I can do is agree to finally read his letters and see if my heart survives.

Dear Faith,

I still miss you. Each day you’re far away and I'm starting to wonder if space does make the heart grow fonder. Such a funny saying right, “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” I didn’t understand it until now. Your absence feels heavier. I'd hoped by now maybe you'd read at least one or two of my letters, but with the lack of response I'm guessing you've either moved on or you're still not ready to talk to me. With time, I hope you change your mind.

Some of those memories I've already shared with you were amazing, but this one is my favorite. Our first kiss. I remember you were incredible and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I'd picked you up in my beat up truck. You'd come running out of your house to meet me. Momma Evans yelling about how you weren't being a lady and how I should come to the door to get you instead of you running out. Let me tell you. I would've come to get you. Every. Single. Time.

I'd have bent over backward if it's what you'd asked of me. Gladly. The dress you wore was a deep burgundy color. We were heading down to Bodine's for food and dancing. I was a shit dancer, but you'd been begging me for weeks. Do you remember? You finally convinced me and I hoped obliging you would be worth one of your kisses.

Shit, I'll admit I was nervous as hell. I remember the whole time I kept wondering if it would happen. If you'd let me kiss you. Me... Remington Cole. The guy from the wrong side of the tracks. I had nothing to offer you, but you treated me like I mattered, overlooking all the gossip.

You had a burger and fries. Insisting on dipping them in ranch instead of ketchup. I thought for sure you would eat a salad. Most girls did. But you weren't afraid to get what you wanted. I liked that about you. Ranch on fries has become one of my new favorite things because of you. You opened my eyes to something I wasn't bold enough to try on my own.

We spent the next hour dancing away to country songs as they lit up the old jukebox. Holding you in my arms was the best feeling. You were warm, comfortable, the perfect fit for me. The way your perfume stuck in my nostrils all night long. The way I kept eating your hair when you laid your head against my chest. I had to discreetly spit it out of my mouth and let me tell you that wasn't easy at all. Your body fit against mine, and I wanted more. More of you dancing against me. More of you in that dress, those gorgeous legs on display.

When you leaned back, I couldn't help it. I peeked down your cleavage. I know, I know... typical guy, but I couldn't help it. You were hot, but not in the “hot I want to tap her way.” Well, that way too. But more in the I was the luckiest guy in the world because you were on my arm. And when you walked away from the dance floor to hit the bathroom, I also checked out your ass. I'll admit it. Two words... teenage boy.

We had one hour left until your curfew when you came back from the bathroom, and I wanted to do more than keep dancing with you. I wanted you all to myself. Do you remember what I asked you to do? Sit in the bed of my truck in McCoy's field and watch for shooting stars. I hoped we'd see one. I remember grabbing a blanket and a pillow or two and putting them in the back of the truck, hoping you didn't notice them.

Let's be clear, I didn't think I'd get lucky. I'd hoped, but mainly I wanted to lay there with you in the back of my truck and make memories. We'd driven out to the field and laid there for the next half an hour before we finally did see our shooting star. I remember it like yesterday. I could've sworn the star had some kind of magic because the way your eyes found mine next was a way no one had ever seen me. I remember leaning in and then you leaned in too.

Next thing I knew, my lips were on yours and I remember thinking how soft they were. How perfectly they fit against mine. You tasted like mint from the gum you were chewing.



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