Wednesday, December 07, 2016

JAMES: 7 BRIDES FOR 7 BROTHERS

Running a billion-dollar hedge fund doesn’t leave a lot of time for fun in the sun, but that doesn’t bother James Brannigan. After spending his youth helping his widowed father raise six younger brothers, James took a cue from his workaholic dad and channeled all his energy into business. So when he learns that his father left him a tiny winery on the Amalfi Coast, he’s not thrilled. A trip to Italy is the last thing his busy schedule needs, but the winery has to go. Which means…he has to go to the winery.

Kyra Summers is the definition of a free-spirit. In her thirty years on earth, she’s never stayed in one place long enough to put down roots until she arrived in Positano and fell hard for the bold flavors, hot sun, warm people, and above all, the wonderful wine. Her job at a small, local winery is her first attempt to make a real home and the people who run the place start to become like family to her. Until the winery’s new owner, a devastatingly handsome, shockingly ruthless billionaire, arrives with plans to shut it all down. Kyra’s willing to do whatever it takes to save this place she loves—even if it means cozying up to a man who’s harder than granite and twice as cold.

But the Italian sunshine has a way of heating things up—with every fiery exchange, they strike sparks and draw irresistibly closer together. James is stunned by his attraction to a woman unlike any he’s met before, and Kyra discovers a simmering passion hidden behind his polished exterior. But passion won’t be enough to change James’s mind and his priorities, which is exactly why his late father sent him to Italy. Changing James is going to take a much bigger risk—it’s going to take love.
 

Release Date: December 6, 2016
7 Brides for 7 Brothers #6
South Street Publishing
Contemporary Romance
Review copy provided by publisher

I really loved the premise of 7 different authors writing about 7 brothers from one family. While I've only read a few of the stories in the series so far, I've enjoyed each one. I love the idea of Colin Brannigan leaving each son a part of his legacy. I was super excited to see Roxanne St. Claire was taking oldest brother James and have to say I loved his story.

James Brannigan has pretty much become a workaholic just like his father. Making more and more money for his hedge fund seems to be all he cares about. Yes he keeps up with his brothers, but they really don't have a true relationship. I'll admit I wasn't sure Ms. St. Claire could redeem James enough for me to like him when I first met him. I will say I absolutely loved all not only did he change for the better, he ended up being an amazing man.

Kyra Summers is such a strong character. I loved her from the moment she appeared on the page! Kyra has traveled the world since she left home and usually never stays in one place for long. She has pretty much been adopted by the family that is running the vineyard James inherited and finally feels like she has  a home in Positano. 

There is pretty much instant attraction between James and Kyra as soon as they meet. While neither is looking for a relationship, especially James, it was kind of fun to watch free-spirited Kyra help transform James into the man he becomes. I honestly wondered if he wouldn't have already been more open to a relationship had he not seen how his dad reacted when him mom died. I loved that James and Kyra couldn't keep their hands off each other most of the time and found their romance both sweet and super sexy at the same time.

Ms. St. Claire delivers another winner for her readers with James. I loved there was so much growth for James and Kyra both as individuals and together. I also absolutely loved reading about the landscape in Positano. It made me almost feel like I was on vacation in Italy. 

Rating: 5 Stars (A)
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ROOM SERVICE RELEASE DAY BLAST

We're celebrating the release of ROOM SERVICE by Poppy Dunne! Check out the excerpt and teaser below!







ROOM SERVICE
Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy





I've spent seven nights cooped up in this five star hotel, sleeping on 1000 thread count sheets and working sixteen hours a day. At least room service is covered under my expense account. But all work and no play leaves a girl dateless for her brother's wedding.



Prospects aren't totally bleak, though. Four meals a day, I get to drool over this sexy room service guy: he's got a perfect body, easy smile, and a sense of humor that has me snorting over my personal pizza. He's all that and a bag of chips. Specifically, the jumbo bag of ranch barbecue chips that I ordered for breakfast out of desperation on Day Four. 



I finally found the courage to 'accidentally' let my bathrobe slip, and ask him to be my plus one at my brother's wedding. So maybe I had to offer him a little money. So what? There's no way I can face my family, make my ex rue the day he left me, or screw off this work stress without his helping hand.



But what happens when I find myself falling for my fake, paid-for boyfriend? Judging by the comped mozzarella sticks he brought me for breakfast, maybe there's a chance he's falling for me too?




Excerpt:

“Really? She’s never mentioned you before,” Mom purrs. But damn it, Ben’s ready for her.

“I wanted to tell everyone right away, but she waited. That’s one of the things I love about her—how wise she is. When you have something special, you take it slow.” Then he leans down and presses his lips to my cheek, just a whisper of a touch. Instantly, and startlingly, my insides kind of gel together. Thank god he’s holding me up. “That’s part of the reason I’m so excited to meet all of the family now. You should be so proud of your daughter.”

His confident smile is killing Mom right now. He’s throwing a bucket of water on her, and we’re watching as the witch melts down to a cream pair of Manolo Blahniks and a spilled cosmopolitan.

Her horror at being unable to mock me gives me life. It spurs me on. Move in for the kill, Alex. I grip Ben by his lapel.

“You always know just what to say,” I murmur, trying to sound kittenish. Then I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him.

It’s supposed to be a moment to make Mom uncomfortable and get out of our faces. But the second our lips connect, a hot spark shoots through my body. Instead of freezing or shoving me away—which Ben could do, because I’m borderline assaulting him right now—he pulls me closer. Our bodies melt together.

My head tips back and I inadvertently sigh into his mouth, my lips opening just a little, and that’s when I feel his tongue trace my lower lip, then stroke against mine just hard enough to make my pulse race. There’s nothing in our verbal contract that mentions making out, but I can’t stop myself from reaching up my arms to twine around his neck. As we kiss his hands slide down my back, a little possessive. I think I’m getting dizzy. Man, this guy is a good actor.

He trails his fingers just above the curve of my ass, too. Classy, but still enough to make an onlooker a little uncomfortable. Bullseye. We break apart, even though part of me would like to stay locked to his face. Mom’s gulped down her drink in one go, clearly desperate to get the hell away from her daughter’s happiness. It feels good.

“Well. You two have a pleasant evening.” She says it like we’re a pair of strangers whom she just walked in on to find screwing in a corner of the bathroom. “Go find Rollie before you…do whatever it is you do.” I want to say ‘have sex in the front hall,’ but think better of it. She walks away from us, stiff-kneed and red-faced. My mother tried to embarrass me and got it thrown right back in her face. It’s like Christmas in February.

Though watching her walk away like I just stripped in front of her is kind of like a stiletto to the heart. Since Todd and I broke up—hell, since I took myself out to California and basically flipped her kind of life the double bird—she’s been distant. At least, more distant than she used to be. I can’t help wishing she could just be happy for me and the man I paid to be my date. Is that so much to ask?





About the Author:

After ten years of pretending to pee behind a closed bathroom door, Poppy Dunne has sent both children to school, emerged from the bathroom, and is eager to release Room Service, a romantic comedy plotted mostly on the toilet.


Poppy writes books with relatable heroines who speak their minds and whose riotous inner dialogue reflects their complex characters. Her goal is to deliver a story that has equal parts heart, romance and humor. She loves writing characters who are relatable, especially heroines who remind readers of themselves. Her heroes are swoon worthy, yet hold on to your suspension of disbelief, because they pick up their own socks and cook.

In her free time, she looks for hobbies other than Netflix and procrastinating to fill out this author bio. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and children.









Monday, December 05, 2016

SHARED FOR LOVE SPOTLIGHT


Shared for Love by Nancy Corrigan

Date of Publication: November 28, 2016

Blurb


Their bond is heaven on earth…but it could tear their pack apart.
Ethan Jager is forced to hide behind a false identity as his pack mates suffer under Michael Tanner's rule. It's not his choice; he was born broken, without the primitive urge to breed driving him to pick a mate.
While his wolf sleeps, his heart has chosen for him: Noah, widower and fellow pack dominant.
Everything changes the day Hannah Kagan smiles at him. Lust awakens his wolf—a first. Hannah is beautiful, loyal, kind, everything an alpha male should want. And mating her will allow him to reclaim his pack. It will also leave his soul with a giant hole when he's forced to rip Noah out of his life.
Hard choices are required of alpha males, but choosing which lover to let go is one Ethan refuses to make. The alternative will not only change the pack, but transform their world…if he can keep his mates alive long enough to claim them both.
Warning: Contains an alpha male whose wolf doesn't like to share his toys, a dominant female who's nobody's plaything, and a beta male who doesn't roll over for anyone. Also: speed dating, werewolf style. Band-Aids required.

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About Nancy Corrigan


A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there's a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won't find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone's norm.

She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she's the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she's married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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Saturday, December 03, 2016

PENTHOUSE VARIATIONS ON THREE-WAYS SPOTLIGHT


Penthouse Variations on Three-ways by Penthouse Variations

Date of Publication: November 30, 2016

Blurb


A celebration of every erotica readers' favorite fantasy, Penthouse Variations on Three-Ways offers incredible tales featuring MMF, FFM, MMM, and FFF pairings. Spend a steamy night reading stories of three lovers who heighten their pleasure by stepping outside of the normal one-to-one bedroom ratio.

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About Penthouse Variations


From the blissfully sensual to the alluringly exotic, Penthouse Variations is filled with titillating stories and readers' first-hand accounts of their kinkiest sexual fantasies and experiences. Plus full-color photography.

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Friday, December 02, 2016

HOLD BY BREATH PROMO TOUR





We're celebrating the release of HOLD MY BREATH by Ginger Scott! Check out the excerpt, teasers, and giveaway below!






HOLD MY BREATH

NA Contemporary Romance-Stand Alone

Scheduled to release: November 18, 2016











BLURB:

Fractions of seconds can do lots of damage. One decision can ruin lives. A blink can be tragic. And loving a Hollister…can hurt like hell.

I would know.

They say the average person can hold their breath under water for two full minutes when pushed to the extremes. Will Hollister has been holding his for years. The oldest of two elite swimming brothers, Will was always a dominant force in the water. But in life, he preferred to let his younger
brother Evan be the one to shine.

Evan got the girl, and Will…he got to bury all of the secrets. A brother’s burden, the weight of it all nearly left him to drown.

The daughter of two Olympians, my path was set the day my fingertips first touched water. My future was as crystal clear as the lane I dominated in the pool—swim hard, win big, love a Hollister.

My life with Evan burned bright. He gave me arms to come home to, and a smile that fooled the world into believing everything was perfect. But it was Will who pushed me. Will…who really knew me.

And when all of the pieces fell, it was Will who started to pick them up.

In the end, the only thing that matters are those few precious seconds—and what we decide to do while we still have them in our grasp.














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About the Author:



Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless, In Your Dreams and The Hard Count.

A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.

When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).


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Twitter: @TheGingerScott



EXCERPT:

I wait while he types, bringing my knees up and cupping my phone in my
hands, like I want to keep his messages a secret for only me. When my
phone buzzes with his call instead, I feel my cheeks grow warm, and I
scrunch my legs in tighter as I bring the phone to my ear.
“Hey,” I say.
“How’d you know it was me?” he chuckles.
“I already gave you a special ring,” I lie. “A Fat Elvis song.”
“Wow, Fat Elvis. I don’t even warrant skinny, movie-star Elvis,” he says.
“Fat Elvis is better,” I say, stretching my legs out and crossing my
ankles as he laughs.
“I think we need to explore this more,” he says.
“There really is no debate. His music meant more when he was older. More
emotion,” I reply.
“You mean more drugs,” he fires back.
“Better clothes.” That response makes him laugh hard, and I love the way I
hear it coming from his chest, like it’s deep—genuine.
“I liken myself to more of a Jail House Rock kinda guy, is all,” he says,
finally.
“Hmmm,” I hum, lowering myself so my head is propped against the door, and
I’m now lying on the floor, as close to him as I can be without leaving my
room.
“What, you don’t think I have moves? These hips—they swivel, darlin’,” he
says with a slight twang.
“That they do,” I respond, pulling a few strands of my hair in front of my
face, hiding from the flirtatious words I just said. Will chuckles more,
but after a second or two, it’s nothing but the sound of his room on one
end meeting the sounds in mine.
“Your lip ticks up, like Elvis,” he says, breaking the silence just as I
feel my blush crawling down my neck and onto my chest.
I punch out a laugh and roll to my side.
“Does not!” I say, feeling my face, my mouth higher on one side. Son of a
bitch!
“It does,” he laughs lightly. “Always has.”
I wait for the quiet to settle in again. I wait to be braver with him.
“Just how many things have you noticed about me, Will Hollister?” The
second my question is done, my words are replaced by the rapid pounding of
my pulse, but my face—it’s still smiling. So hard it hurts.
“Let’s see,” he says, and I hear him settling into his bed, his voice
muffling as his phone presses against his face. “I noticed that you can’t
stand having your hair pulled up in anything. When we swim, you pull your
cap off the second we’re done.”
“Well that’s sexy,” I say, covering my face and mentally kicking myself
for letting that one slip out.
“Oh, you wanted sexy things…” he says, and I open my mouth to say no, but
shut it quickly, curious over exactly what he’ll say next. “I have lots of
those, too, besides the Elvis-lip thing, which yes, Maddy, is so fuckin’
sexy.”
“Oh,” I blush, my thumbnail quickly moving between my teeth.
“Let’s see, first, there’s the way your legs curve along your quads, the
muscle that’s there giving them this edge. The athlete part of me likes
how hard you had to train to make it that way,” he says.
“What does the…” I pause, taking a quick breath, “man side of you think?”
I ask, now so red that even my arms look flushed.
“Oh, the man side…” he growls low, a rumble from his chest. “That part of
me likes the ride my hand takes when it starts just above your knee, then
glides slowly up your leg to your panties, my fingertips tracing that
lacey band that runs along the inside of your thigh and up over your hip.”
Holy hell.
“And then there’s the way your neck curves into your shoulder, the way
your hair tickles your skin and makes you get goosebumps—just like it does
when I kiss you there,” he says, and my body shivers at the memory of his
mouth against me.
“Your eyes do this thing, just before you race, where they haze and close
in on their prey. I always imagined what it would be like for you to look
at me like that,” he says.
“Haven’t I?” I ask, waiting a breath while he considers what I’m asking.
“Looked at you that way,” I fill in. “When we…”
“Maddy, I was so focused on every other part of your body that day, I
don’t remember what your eyes looked like,” he laughs.
“Well maybe next time you will,” I say.
“Next time.” I can hear his grin in his words.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Next time.”
This time.
The quiet comes again, filled only by the sound of his breathing, his
breath a long draw that sounds as a warning in my ear. I chew at my nail,
waiting…hoping.
“Maddy,” he says, finally.
“Yes?” I sit up and crawl to my knees.
I hear his door open across the hall, and I stand, pressing my palm and
forehead against mine.
“Let me in."