Cover Reveal & #giveaway – The Fighter and the Baroness by Sunniva Dee @sunnivad @xpressotours

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BOOK & AUTHOR INFO:

The Fighter and the Baroness by Sunniva Dee
Genres: New Adult, Romance

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Synopsis:

Victor Arquette knows the meaning of sacrifice. Destined to legendary status in mixed martial arts, his life is founded on it. Dedication equals sacrifice, and sacrifice means around-the-clock training, no partying, no junk food, no alcohol—and no women.

Helena von Isenlohe is the heiress to Kyria Castle. Due to her father’s lack of financial prowess, the restoration of the ancient German estate rests on Helena’s shoulders. A failed attempt leaves a wealthy man alone at the altar—and the fleeing bride on a plane to the United States.

A chance meeting, and Victor and Helena’s chemistry is undeniable. Except, her presence clutters his focus. Victor shouldn’t crave their nights, shouldn’t be concerned where she is or with whom. And meanwhile in Germany, Kyria Castle deteriorates at a suspicious speed, indebting Helena further to the man she left behind.

Victor and Helena believe in duty. They embrace sacrifice. But when love strikes, it strikes hard, and sometimes you have to choose where your heart is truly at home.

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excerpt

Helena enters the room like she expects someone to jump out from dark corner. Neck stretched, she takes in a high quality yet typical hotel room with a king-sized bed and two nightstands. The TV is big and flat, resting on top of a dresser, and then there’s a mirror over a small office desk with a phone and some restaurant flyers on it.

“It’s nice,” she says. “I like that it doesn’t smell like smoke.”

“That would be terrible. Is that what you’re used to? Smoking rooms?”

“We have a cigar room,” she replies, confused, until she breaks in an apologetic laugh. “Oh, as in smoking versus nonsmoking hotel room. I get it.”

“You have a cigar room? Would that be right next to the swan pond?” I tease. It’s cute to see embarrassment flush her cheeks. “Hey,” I continue, mock-petting her cheek, “don’t feel self-conscious about living in a castle. Even though it’s, let’s just say, a hair’s breadth over the top for us commoners.”

“Don’t I know it,” she says. “So which side of the bed is mine?”

I consider, rubbing the light scruff that’s grown on my chin since yesterday. “Well, since you just touched the left corner, it now has cooties. You’ll have to sleep on the cooty-side.”

This girl, she’s been so immediate in her responses. I guess I expected a laugh or some expressed annoyance at my silly comment. Instead, she sinks down against the pillows on her side of the bed and breathes, “Okay,” with the smallest smile raising the corners of her lips.

She uses the arc of one foot to slide her shoe off before she skips off the other. I watch as she wiggles her toes graciously, green nail polish gleaming in the dim shine from the bedside lamp.

Helena is tired. I guess it’s been a long day, the flight being just a small part of her exhaustion. I’m drawn to her eyes, not for the first time. The color of them is almost watery. No, they are watery.

“Who gave you that color?” I blurt out.

“What?”

“Your eyes. It’s like they’re made of water.”

I’m not the impulsive kind, and yet I’ve already committed strange acts around this girl. Where I come from, women expect smart, premeditated interactions, never initiated by questions like the one I just shot at Helena. This they’d ignore. They’d change the subject into something not insane, or they’d titter and squirm, not knowing how to respond.

She lets her eyes float from her feet to my eyes before they still. “My father. I’ve got his eyes.” She laughs softly, hands around the remote for the TV. “Grandma used to say our eyes were the color of the swan pond because we were both born in rooms with windows overlooking it.”

 

About the author

Between studies, teaching, and advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment. Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as their heart while reading.

Born in the Land of the Midnight Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece–Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.

Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times, it’s contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon’s Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).

This author is the happiest when her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each story.

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Blitz & #giveaway – Ruin by Clarissa Wild @wildclarissa @xpressotours @xpressoreads

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Book & Author Details:

Ruin by Clarissa Wild
Publication date: September 20th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance

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Maybell Fairweather was the girl of my dreams.

Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.

She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.

She was completely my opposite in every way.
Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.
Perfect … until me.

Because this is the story of how I ruined her.

Based on a true story. Standalone Romance. No cliffhanger.

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excerpt

“You’re my hero. And I forgive you.”

“Don’t say that …” he whispers.

“I get it now. You don’t have to explain it. I’m not angry, and I’m not sad. I just want you.”

I look up at him with the biggest smile I can muster, and it seems to lighten his mood too.

There’s still a hint of something … a kind of darkness I can’t explain … but it’s okay for now. Some things are better left unsaid.

I turn around and take a step into the hallway, looking back to grab his hand and pull him along every step of the way. I slowly guide him to my living room and turn the lights off. His face glows in the dark as I lean in as close as I possibly can, wrapping my arms around his waist. My lips inch toward his and I softly press a kiss on the side of his lips, and then another one on the other edge.

His lips slowly find their way to mine until we’re locked in a heated kiss.

My head feels heavy with thirst. I crave him more than I’ve ever craved anything. It’s unfamiliar to me but feels natural too. Like we were destined to end up together like this … desperately kissing … greedily pulling each other closer.

My cheeks burn with the heat he exudes, and soon, his whole body radiates, and I can’t get enough. I need to get closer, have every inch of my body next to his.

So I bring his hands to my waist and curl them underneath my shirt, coaxing him to pull it up. He hesitates for a second, but with my smile and my lips on his, he has no reason to hold back anymore.

He pulls the shirt over my head and kisses my neck, not even caring to look at my breasts. I don’t feel insecure with him. All I can feel are the raging hormones, the need, the lust.

His lips make a trail from my neck down to my breasts, where he plants a kiss between them. Then he throws off his own shirt, not giving a shit where it lands. I sense a change in his demeanor, as he no longer feels like the uncertain boy but more like a guy with a hunger he needs to satiate.

His curls tickle my neck as he kisses my shoulder. “This is crazy,” he murmurs against my ears.

“I like crazy …” I whisper as he wraps his arms around me and lets his lips roam free across my body.

“But how far?” he asks.

I moan when he places a kiss right below my earlobe.

“Until the end. Don’t stop,” I say.

 

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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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New Release & Review – Expired Listings by D M Barr @authordmbarr

Book & Author Details:

Expired Listings by D M Barr
Publication date: 16th September 2016
Genres: Crime, Mystery, Thriller

expired-listingsHouse up for sale?
When the lockbox goes on,
You won’t believe what these agents pull off …

Someone is ‘deactivating’ the Realtors in Rock Canyon and almost no one seems to care. Not the surviving brokers, who consider the serial killings a competitive boon. Not the town’s residents, who see the murders as a public service. In fact, the only person who’s even somewhat alarmed is Dana Black, a kinky, sharp-witted yet emotionally skittish Realtor who has no alibi for the crimes because during each, she was using her empty listings for games like Bondage Bingo with her sadistic lover, Dare. And yet, mysteriously, all clues are pointing her way.

Along with clearing her name and avoiding certain death at the hands of the ‘Realtor Retaliator,’ Dana has an even bigger problem: she’s inadvertently become a person of interest in more ways than one to Aidan Cummings, the sexy albeit vanilla detective investigating the case. While his attentions are tempting, Dana is torn—does she continue her ironically ‘safe’ but sterile BDSM relationship with Dare, or risk real intimacy with Aidan?

Kink, Suspense and Satire–Expired Listings masterfully combines all three while exploring the universal need for validation and the toxic nature of revenge.

review

 

This book walks a fine line of having just too many potential suspects, but manages to balance it so that the book remains an enjoyable read, rather than an over complicated brain teaser.

I would say that the ultimate reveal wasn’t entirely unexpected, but there are definitely some elements to the story which may surprise the reader.  And although there is an erotic element to the story telling, I didn’t feel that it was one of the main threads, but more of a narrative tool to tie the disparate elements together.

Overall, an entertaining read.

I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.

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About the author

By day, a mild-mannered salesperson, wife, mother, rescuer of senior shelter dogs, happily living just north of New York City. By night, an author of sex, suspense and satire.

My background includes stints in travel marketing, travel journalism, meeting planning, public relations and real estate. I was, for a long and happy time, an award-winning magazine writer and editor. Then kids happened. And I needed to actually make money. Now they’re off doing whatever it is they do (of which I have no idea since they won’t friend me on Facebook) and I can spend my spare time weaving tales of debauchery and whatever else tickles my fancy.

The main thing to remember about my work is that I am NOT one of my characters. For example, as a real estate broker, I’ve never played Bondage Bingo in one of my empty listings or offed one of my problem clients.

But that’s not to say I haven’t wanted to…

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