Book Blitz| Hunter

Hunter
A.M. Salinger
Publication date: June 22nd 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance

Can a business rival bring one of Twilight Falls’ most notorious bad boys to his knees?

Twilight Falls’ resident bad boy Hunter Thomson knows he hasn’t quite lived up to his reputation of late and is determined to have some fun while on a rare night out in L.A. But after a torrid encounter with a captivating stranger results in one of the best sexual experiences of his life, Hunter flees to his hometown, scared by his intense feelings and convinced he is about to commit the same mistake he once made in the past.

Theo Miller can’t get the gorgeous man he hooked up with one night in L.A. out of his mind. When he moves to Twilight Falls for the opening of his new store, he is shocked to discover than his business rival is none other than the stranger who ran away from him and their fiery connection.

Sparks fly as the two men engage in a game of cat and mouse. But when an accident makes Theo dependent on Hunter, the game becomes something neither men could have anticipated.

Will Hunter finally overcome his deep-seated fears and succumb to Theo’s passionate attention? And can Theo win the heart of the one man he wants to belong to?

Join Hunter and Theo in this hot and sweet third installment in Twilight Falls, the new series by the author of the bestselling, contemporary romance series Nights.

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EXCERPT:

The music thumped in Hunter Thomson’s ears and throbbed pleasantly against his skin. He drummed a hand lightly against his arm as he waited for his order, his fingers matching the beat of the pop song blaring from the club’s speakers. He flashed a smile at the girl who brought him his beer, turned, and leaned his back against the bar.

His gaze roamed the dance floor a few feet from where he stood. It was packed with hot, writhing men. A dry smile curved his lips as he brought the bottle to his mouth and took a sip of the cold beverage.

Well, hot writhing men is what I came here for.

His eyes found the couple on the far left of the sunken stage. Hunter’s smile turned into a full-blown grin.

Irritation danced briefly on Tristan Hart’s face when he met Hunter’s amused stare. The man working up a sweat against Tristan seemed oblivious to their exchange; Dan Flynn was already on his fourth drink and focused on his mission for the night. Which was apparently to get in Tristan’s pants and ride him till the cows came home.

Hunter could tell from the subtle way Tristan was avoiding full body contact with Dan that he wasn’t interested. He knew Tristan would never have accepted Dan’s invitation had he known the guy would start hitting on him the moment they walked through the doors of the hottest new gay club in L.A. The fact that Dan had told him to bring a friend to the opening night had evidently lured Tristan into thinking his client wasn’t interested in him.

Hunter could hardly blame the poor man.

With his quiet brown eyes, rugged good looks, and muscular, tattooed body, Tristan was a picture of understated masculinity. Not only was he hot, his ability to fix any motorbike and sports cars that landed in his garage made him one of the most sought-after mechanics in the state. It also regularly brought a line of men and women to his door who wanted to get his hands on more than just their hoods.

All evidence pointed to the fact that Tristan’s latest client was one such man. Unfortunately for Dan, the sexy mechanic made it a rule never to mix business with pleasure.

Had Hunter not known Tristan since they were practically in diapers, he might have been tempted to have a taste of the guy himself.

Except we’re both tops, so that would definitely not have worked out.

Hunter let his gaze wander over the crowded club. It wasn’t everyday he came to L.A. for a night on the town and he was determined to make the most of it.

Having two of his close friends recently get shacked up had made him antsy. It had also been a few months since he’d hooked up with anyone and he very much wanted to come somewhere other than his own hand tonight.

Besides, I have a reputation to keep up. I can’t be Twilight Falls’ most notorious bad boy when I haven’t seen any action other than my own fingers lately.

A man caught Hunter’s interest a moment later. Blond, blue eyes. A body that showed he liked to work out. The stranger’s mouth curved up as he studied Hunter from where he stood amidst a large group, his expression telling Hunter he liked what he was seeing too. Hunter’s lips tilted in an answering smile.

Someone stepped in his line of sight.

Hunter shifted to try and catch the blond’s attention. The man blocking his view moved too.

Irritation darted through Hunter.

The guy looming over him was wearing neatly pressed cream chinos, a navy shirt with a red-rimmed collar that matched his two tone dress shoes, and a dark blue blazer. The top three buttons of the shirt were open, exposing an expanse of toned, tanned flesh.

“Can I get through?”

Hunter blinked.

The man’s voice was like whisky poured over rough velvet.

He looked up and met a pair of arresting hazel eyes set in a chiseled face blessed by the gods.

The man arched an elegant eyebrow, his expression patient and seemingly heedless of the interested stares he was drawing. He had a good couple of inches on Hunter’s own six foot-two.

“The bar?” the stranger added slowly, as if addressing a dimwit.

Hunter flushed and stepped away from the counter. “Er, sure.”

The man’s cologne filled Hunter’s nose as he slipped past and took his place. He smelled of pine and evergreens, like the forests of Twilight Falls.

Hunter stared at the stranger’s wide back. It was clear from his charismatic appearance and expensive clothes that he was loaded.

A hand landed on Hunter’s shoulder, startling him. He looked around.

It was the blond he’d been eyeing up.

“Hey,” the guy said warmly.

“Hey, yourself,” Hunter replied with a smile, firmly squashing his burgeoning interest for the man at the bar.

He’s not my type, anyway.

The blond indicated the sunken stage. “Wanna dance?”

A teasing grin lit up Hunter’s. “I gotta warn you. I have killer moves. Think you can keep up?”

The blond chuckled. He leaned in and whispered hotly in Hunter’s left ear.

“I’ve got some killer moves on my own.”

Hunter’s dick perked with interest as the blond’s breath washed across his skin. The guy took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

Three songs and another beer later and Hunter was feeling buzzed. He and the blond had definite sexual chemistry; he could tell he would be coming in the guy’s hand, mouth, or ass tonight.

“Wanna go somewhere quieter?”

Hunter followed the blond’s gaze.

He was looking at a dimly-lit corridor leading to the restrooms.

Hunter masked a frown. He’d hoped they’d be going back to the hotel he and Tristan had booked for the night. A quickie in a public toilet wasn’t really his thing.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” the blond said mysteriously, as if he’d guessed Hunter’s thoughts.

Hunter arched an eyebrow. “It’s not?”

The blond grabbed his arm. “Come on.”

Hunter scanned the club for Tristan as he headed for the restrooms with the blond. He found his best friend with his inebriated client at the bar on the other side of the floor.

Tristan caught his eyes. “Everything okay?” he mouthed.

Hunter nodded and gave him a reassuring wave.

The club’s washrooms were stark and clean. They were also thankfully empty bar a handful of men.

One of them was the blond’s friend, a guy with dark hair and eyes.

“You brought him,” the man said with a grin.

A sinking feeling blossomed in the pit of Hunter’s stomach at his expression.

“What’s going on?” Hunter asked the blond guardedly.

Blondie smiled at him, his face relaxed despite Hunter’s cool tone.

“We thought you’d be a good fit for us.”

Hunter suppressed a grimace. Great.

He studied the dark-haired guy. “Are you his partner?”

“I am.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not into threesomes,” Hunter said gruffly.

Blondie trailed a teasing hand down Hunter’s chest all the way to the buckle of his jeans and beyond. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you look pretty turned on to me.”

Hunter grabbed Blondie’s wrist as he stroked his way back up his erection.

“I was, when I thought it’d be just you.”

The door to the restrooms opened. Hunter swallowed a curse when he saw the guy who entered.

It was Hazel Eyes from the bar.

The man stopped and looked at them curiously. “Am I interrupting?”

Hunter recovered his senses first. “No, you aren’t.” He turned to Blondie and his partner. “Like I said, I’m not interested.”

Blondie pouted. “That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to having a sex sandwich with you.”

Hunter stared, not certain he’d heard right. “Excuse me?”

Hazel Eyes turned away and started washing his hands at the sink, but not before Hunter caught the sparkle of amusement in his gaze.

“You know, where one of us fucks your mouth while the other pounds your ass,” Blondie explained blithely.

Hunter’s jaw dropped open. He caught a glimpse of Hazel Eyes’s reflection in the mirror above the row of sinks. The guy’s lips were pinched tight and his shoulders were shaking slightly. Outrage shot through Hunter.

Is that asshole laughing at me?!

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” he told Blondie and his partner icily once he’d regained his composure, “again. But I’m a top, so nobody is going anywhere near my ass.”

Blondie’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow.” He paused, a moue twisting his mouth. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you kinda give off a bottom feel.”

“Positive,” Hunter growled.

“Oh well, your loss, I suppose,” Blondie murmured. “Come on, Jeff, let’s get out of here.”

Hunter watched wordlessly as the pair exited the restrooms. He blew out a sigh, raked a hand through his hair, and headed for the door.

“You sure you should be going out like that?”

Author Bio:

Ava Marie Salinger is the pen name of an Amazon bestselling author who has always wanted to write scorching hot contemporary romance. In 2018, she finally decided to venture to the steamy side. NIGHTS is the first of several sizzling series featuring sweet, sexy men with dark pasts and a whole lot of love to give to the ones brave enough to fight for their hearts. When she’s not dreaming up hotties to write about, you’ll find Ava creating kickass music playlists to write to, spying on the wildlife in her garden, drooling over gadgets, and eating Chinese.
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Book Blitz| Pirates Persuasion

Pirate’s Persuasion
Lisa Kessler
(Sentinels of Savannah #4)
Published by: Entangled: Amara
Publication date: June 22nd 2020
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Immortal pirate Drake Cole has a reputation in Savannah for his custom woodworking and historical restorations, but his work has grown into an obsession. He’s become a stranger to his crew since the Sea Dog sank in 1795. None of them know his painful secret. A young stowaway went down with the ship, one that Drake swore a blood oath to protect.

The ghost of a young boy, lost at sea over two hundred years ago, leads local medium, Heather Storrey right to Drake’s door. He saved her life before, and now she has a chance to return the favor, but how can she protect him from a curse that no one can see?

A dark coven possesses the figurehead from the Flying Dutchman, and if Heather and the immortal Sea Dog crew don’t locate the relic soon, Drake may be lost to them forever. Heather has seen the passionate man behind the veil of guilt, and she’s determined to free him from his self-imposed prison, and persuade this pirate to love again.

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EXCERPT:

No trace of judgment lingered in her gaze. He lifted his free hand, aching for reassurance that this wasn’t a dream. His fingers slid through her silky hair as he tucked it behind her ear. Words were too insignificant for this moment, or this woman. He met her eyes and whispered, “I should go.”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze steady. “Why?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Because…if I stay…I may kiss you.”

She didn’t recoil at his confession. Instead, color flushed her pale skin, enticing him closer as he searched her face.

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

He lost his tenuous grip on self-control and leaned in closer, kissing her with an unfamiliar tenderness. His battered heart had been on display for her, his secrets exposed, and instead of rejecting him, she offered acceptance, a safe harbor in the storm of painful memories he’d shouldered alone for centuries.

Her hand moved up his chest and around his neck. He tilted his head as her lips parted, opening and welcoming his exploration. She tasted like raindrops and moonlight, delicious and refreshing. He might never get enough. Her fingers tangled in the back of his hair, the pull drawing a long-dormant passion from his soul. He wrapped her in his arms, their tongues tangling in a hungry desperation for closeness.

He yearned for her, to claim her, to know every inch of her.

Author Bio:

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Lisa Kessler is a Best Selling author of dark paranormal fiction. She’s a two-time San Diego Book Award winner for Best Published Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror and Best Published Romance. Her books have also won the PRISM award, the Award of Excellence, the National Excellence in Romantic Fiction Award, the Award of Merit from the Holt Medallion, and an International Digital Award for Best Paranormal.

Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.

When she’s not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, and has performed with San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego.

You can learn more at http://Lisa-Kessler.com

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Book Blitz| Salvation Duet

Resurrection
Evelyn Montgomery
(The Salvation Duet, #1)
Publication date: May 29th 2020
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Rose
My husband is gone and all that remains are his clothes, his shoes, our memories.
The bathroom is filled with his shaver, his toothbrush, his hair brush – but the last thing he left behind was a folded flag that now sits in the living room.
My children will never know their father.
I will never know how it feels to grow old with him.
All that I have left are the voices.
The voices that haunt me day and night and never leave me alone. The ones telling me I’d be better off six feet under instead of him.
But they stop when he comes along.
Justin Gatz.
My boss.
My new best friend, and a savior I never expected.

Justin
I left Knoxville for a reason.
I promised myself I’d never get close to anyone ever again.
All I do is ruin, damage, destroy everything I touch.
But she sees me. Through me. To the place I don’t let anyone into.
She sucks me in and I suddenly find myself playing house with her and her two kids wondering how the hell I got here and when I am finally going to stop.
All I do is ruin.
I know all too well her demons, having served my country like her late husband and still concealing secrets of my own.
I watch her fall apart. I watch her wrestle with her mind. I see her struggle and know I have to help, if only for a while.
Rose Gables.
I can’t get enough of her.
She might need a savior, but what she doesn’t know is she is the one doing all the saving and I’m a damn fool to think I can ever walk away.

Awakening
Evelyn Montgomery
(The Salvation Duet, #2)
Publication date: June 19th 2020
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Justin

A dark past.

A secret identity.

A future ruined by the one thing I can never control.

My curse.

I swore to protect them.

I promised to always stand by her side.

But how can I do that when all I have ever run from comes crashing back into my life and steals away all the hope I had for a future.

I swore to protect them, and I will.

I will do all I have to do to keep them safe.

Always.

Even if in the end, it is over my dead body.

Rose

Fear.

Regret.

Voices I fear I will never overcome.

The final battle for my soul rages inside and I am suddenly paralyzed from stopping it.

But I finally see the light.

The truth.

Find my strength.

The enemy doesn’t stand a chance when the victim finally chooses to survive.

When I finally learn it has no power over me.

My will is stronger now with him by my side.

Always has been. Always will be.

Forever.

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EXCERPT:

ROSE
One. Two. Three.

Breathe.

I will the voices to stop. The ones that haunt me day and night and every second they can in between. I hear my daughter’s cry echoed by my son’s laughter and know I need to go out there. I know I need to make sure everything is alright, but damn it if I can’t pull myself up off this floor in the tiny closet me and Michael used to call our own.

I look up and see his fatigues. Tears prick the back of my eyes as a burn quickly rises in my chest.

It’s not possible.

A little more than 6 months later and I still can’t believe he is never coming back. Never coming home to me and our son and will never get the chance to meet his daughter who came just three short weeks after his passing.

It’s quiet in my mind for the first time in hours, but the noises that rage out in our little living room have me finally pushing myself up off the carpet and slowly putting one foot in front of the other. The scene that unfolds when I turn the corner makes me wish I could turn right back around and continue to hide where I finally found peace, if only for a few seconds.

Worthless. You have to hide from your own children? What kind of fucked up mother are you? Michael would be so ashamed.

I shake my head and try to will the voice to stop as I blink back the tears that finally decide to fall and I make my way over to Olivia in her highchair. Hanging over the edge, she is screaming at the top of her lungs while her little brother, Liam, spins in circles in front of her with his favorite truck making all sorts of loud noises.

Wiping my eyes, I pick her up and try and steady my nerves.

Quiet. The voices are quiet. But for how long, I wonder as anxiety kicks in and I walk with my daughter in my arms to sit in Michael’s favorite recliner. The tears fall harder as I clutch my daughter to my chest and swear I can almost smell him, hear him, feel him in the small house we used to call our home.

Author Bio:

From the beaches of California to the hollers in Central Kentucky, I always knew one thing I wanted out of life – I wanted to write!
Growing up on the West Coast, I started on that journey but didn’t publish my first book until me and my family of 5 moved to Central Kentucky to start a new life.
Although I miss my old world in sunny California, I have found a new love for the south that I always knew existed and you can see throughout my novels.

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Book Blitz| The Dream

The Dream
Whitney Dineen
(The Creek Water Series #4)
Publication date: June 21st 2020
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

Ashley has loved the same boy since high school. She knew Davis Frothingham was special even before he championed her at her senior prom. She also knew he was completely out of her league.

Years later, her attraction for him is still there, but Davis? He doesn’t even remember her.

When Ashley is tasked with being the nurse for Davis’ terminally ill grandmother, she’s thrown back into his world. More than anything, she wants him to remember her, but that recollection could come at a price of its own.

Can Ashley accept that she’s good enough for Davis? And can Davis learn to love a girl from the wrong side of the tracks?

Find out in this delightfully fun romcom about love and life in Creek Water, Missouri!

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EXCERPT:

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

I don’t meet his eyes. “No.”

“Why not?” he wants to know.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I retaliate.

“I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Point taken,” he concedes.

We’re sitting and staring at each other when Davis puts his hand on mine. He clears his throat in preparation to speak. A wave of anticipation washes over me, and I subconsciously hold my breath like I’m deep sea diving without an oxygen tank.

He’s probably not going to say, “Ashley, I’ve known who you were since the moment I saw you in the nursing home. I’ve secretly loved you since high school and wanted more than anything to tell you the depth of my feelings ever since, but I was afraid you’d turn me down.”

I’m fully aware I’m having some kind of mental break here, so you’re just gonna have to bear with me. I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to declare, “You’re the woman of my dreams and I long to hold you in my arms until the end of time.”

Chances are he won’t conclude this imaginary monologue by picking me up and carrying me out of the restaurant so he can take me to his house and ravish me. But the bottom line is that we’ll never know because just as he opens his mouth, a voice behind me says, “Davis Frothingham? My heavens, how long has it been? You look positively wonderful!”

Davis’s eyes move upward as he sees my unwelcome ghost from adolescence past. “Jessica. I didn’t know you were back in town. Are you visiting for long?”

“No, sir.” I can hear the interest in her tone as clear as day. “I just moved back to Creek Water. I thought for sure Beau would have told you.”

If Beau is involved, that probably means she’s buying a house, which would mean she’s not planning anything temporary. Crap. Why the heck is everyone coming back?

“Welcome home,” he tells her. Then he motions toward me. “This is …”

But before he can say my name, she looks at me and declares, “Oh hey, it’s you, from the bathroom!” She’s as excited as if I were a long-lost sorority sister.

“Hey,” I somehow manage while my throat constricts in terror. The Jessica Holt I know from high school would full on poop a brick if she knew she was being nice to FelAshleyO MoanRow. The good news is that Davis never said my name, and Jessica is so self-absorbed she doesn’t seem to care who I am.

The waitress comes over and delivers several plates including the filet, a lobster tail, and a caesar salad. As delicious as everything looks, I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat a bite of it.

“Do y’all work together or something?” Jessica asks once our food is situated. How insulting. She should assume we’re on a date considering our close physical proximity—side-by-side, not across from each other— but the thought doesn’t appear to occur to her.

I let Davis answer the question. “I work alone, carving furniture,” he says, not offering any other explanation.

“That’s right,” Jessica declares. “I have a couple of clients I’d like to send your way. Maybe I can stop by your workshop sometime this week.”

“Sure,” Davis replies. “I’m on the first floor of the Creeky Button Factory. Just ring the bell and I’ll let you in.”

“I can’t wait,” she enthuses. Then much less excitedly, she adds, “I guess I’d better get going. We just finished dinner and my folks are waiting in the car.” She lingers as though Davis might invite her to join us and perhaps even offer to take her home afterward.

I can’t let that happen, so I boldly put my hand on Davis’s arm and announce, “Don’t let us keep you. Have a good night.”

Davis’s mouth turns up at the corners into a lopsided smile like he’s trying to keep from laughing out loud. Then he tells his ex-girlfriend, “It was nice seeing you, Jessica. Have a good night.”

Jessica does not look happy. I want to take out my phone and snap a picture of her, so I can enjoy her expression at my leisure. Being that wouldn’t paint me in the best light, I don’t do it. But oh, boy, if I did, I’d print a hundred copies and hang them all over my trailer.

Author Bio:

Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries — not always in that order.

Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to.

She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.

Gold Medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2017.

Silver medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.

Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.

Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.

Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017

Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017

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Book Blitz| Taste My Wrath

Taste My Wrath
Debbie Cassidy
(The Iron Fae #1)
Publication date: June 18th 2020
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

A dead earth, a handful of survivors, and a game that could wipe out humanity.

I was one of the few humans to be saved by the shining ones. Powerful beings who came from the stars just in time to stop the annihilation of mankind.

But they’ve been here before.

Earth was once their home and humanity has another name for them. Fae.

Now we live in iron cities paying for haven as workers and conscripted warriors.

We owe them after all.

Until they ask too much.

The Regency Tournament is about to begin. A test of prowess for the shining ones to determine which House will rule their people for the next century.

And we humans? We’re the prey.

But I didn’t survive earths almost destruction to be hunted like a beast.

If I’m going to go down, then I’ll be taking these pointy eared wankers with me.

And I have an advantage. A shadow companion—protective but tough. My mentor has trained me in the art of survival. With his smooth dulcet tones in my head, and his shadowy form at my back, I’ll no longer be prey.

And when I hunt the shining ones, they won’t even see me coming.

An Urban Fantasy Romance adventure. Experience the magic of the Fae set against a Post-Apocalyptic back drop in a dystopian world.

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Debbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.

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