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21 October, 2014

Release Day Blitz: Rowdy (Marked Men #5) by Jay Crownover (@InkslingerPR @JayCrownover)




About the Author:

Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men series. She also introduced the dark and sexy world of The Point in a new series this last summer starting with BETTER WHEN HE's BAD. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she'll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.

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Excerpt from Rowdy:

WHEN I PUT THE key he had given me in the door to his apartment it felt like the end of a long journey. Really it was only a little over twelve hours and I had stopped to nap once along the way, but it still felt like too long since I had seen his face or been able to touch all that toned and tattooed skin. Jimbo greeted me at the door when I pushed it open. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he jumped up and put his paws on my legs. He was going to be huge when he finally grew into his fuzzy body and I was overwhelmed at how happy I was to see him. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my face in his neck as he licked me all over my face. I was obviously missed and I had to say it was just one more reason I knew I was finally where I was supposed to be. It was late, so the apartment was dark.

I checked the dog’s food and water, trying to be quiet in case Rowdy was already asleep. I was winding my way toward his bedroom when a haphazardly discarded sketch pad lying on the couch caught my eye in the dim light. I paused for a minute to pick it up and felt my heart stop and then start to race as I flipped through the first few pages. There were a couple of drawings that were obviously for clients, tattoos that hadn’t made it from paper to skin yet, but most of the pristine white pages were covered with images wearing my face. There was mermaid me, and naughty- sailor- girl me. There was sassy Indian girl me with long Pocahontas braids and there was sexy devil me standing next to angelic me. There were dozens of them all in different shapes and sizes, but every single image was undoubtedly modeled after my distinct look. I wasn’t sure if he had drawn them all over this last week while I had been gone or over the months we had been chasing each other in circles.

Either way it made my heart swell and the full certainty that I was it for him settle deep inside my bones. I set the pad down and tiptoed through the hall. Jimbo took one look at where I was going and huffed out a disgusted- sounding snort. The poor guy had learned early on that he wanted no part of what happened between his humans when they were together in the bedroom. The light was off and Rowdy was sprawled on his stomach across the covers. His blond hair was sticking up every- where and he hand one arm bent up under his head. The only thing that could have made the sight better would have been if he hadn’t bothered with the black boxers before crashing out.

Even with them obscuring the view, I couldn’t complain. I let out a breathless sigh and crept closer so that I could lean over and touch my lips to that anchor on the side of his neck. I felt his pulse leap and tasted the salt on his skin as he murmured sleepily and rolled over onto his back. Those infinitely blue eyes glowed at me in the dark as a grin pulled up the corner of his mouth.

“Hey.”




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Rowdy (Marked Men #5)
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Published: 21 October 2014 by William Morrow

The New York Times and USA Today bestselling Marked Men series continues with this sizzling, sexy story of love, heartbreak, fate, and second chances.

After the only girl he ever loved told him that he would never be enough, Rowdy St. James knocked the Texas dust off his boots and set out to live up to his nickname. A good ol’ boy looking for good times and good friends, Rowdy refuses to take anything too seriously, especially when it comes to the opposite sex. Burned by love once, he isn’t going to let himself trust a woman again. But that’s before his new co-worker arrives, a ghost from the past who’s suddenly making him question every lesson he ever learned.

Salem Cruz grew up in house with too many rules and too little fun—a world of unhappiness she couldn’t wait to forget. But one nice thing from childhood has stayed with her; the memory of the sweet, blue-eyed boy next door who’d been head over heels in love with her little sister. Now, fate and an old friend have brought her and Rowdy together, and Salem is determined to show him that once upon a time he picked the wrong sister. A mission that is working perfectly—until the one person that ties them together appears, threatening to tear them apart for good.

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17 October, 2014

Cover Reveal: Sessions (The Sex Shrink of Seattle Chronicles #1) by Kailin Gow





About the Author:

Kailin Gow uses her author platform to bring awareness to issues affecting young adult and women. She has appeared on national radio as a regular guest on topics such as body image, self-esteem, dating and sexual relationships, bullying, and more; often brought up in her fiction books for young adults and women.

She is a graduate of the Annenberg School for Communications Masters in Management program in journalism, marketing and publishing at the University of Southern California.

An ALA YALSA Reader's Choice Nominated Author for her YA series, Frost Series, in 2011, she is also a speaker at BEA, and multi-author signing event organizer for the popular Rockin' Events.

Having traveled to over 25 countries, lived in the American South, in California, Las Vegas, and briefly in England; Kailin Gow feels blessed to be able to use her experiences and inspirations to bring characters and stories from the places she visit, to life.

From visiting Romania, she was asked to write stories about vampires; visiting the Black Forest in Germany and seeing the castles of Europe inspired her to write fantasy; visiting Asia's mystical mountains inspired her to write action adventure and mythological dystopians. From her experience in college as a peer counselor and her volunteer work with women's shelters, she was inspired to write contemporary romance with social issues for women, new adults, young adults, and teens. Having faced adversity, including battling stereotypes and bullying, Kailin Gow has become a well-known speaker and figure in media.

In whatever time she has, she loves to read, travel, try new foods, play video games, and try new technology.

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Sessions (The Sex Shrink of Seattle Chronicles #1)
Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance
Expected Publication: 17 November 2014

I'm Mark Sessions, Dr. of Psychology, Sex Therapist and Former Mr. Body, also an entrepreneur who made millions from owning a health supplement company. I have a practice in Seattle where I am a therapist. They call me the Sex Shrink of Seattle. Women call me Sex on Legs. I'm an expert on sex because I get plenty of it, and I know a whole lot about it. I'm also on TV as an expert on sex therapy when the whole Fifty Shades thing became big so now my business is exploding with women wanting to learn how to break free of being prudes. Problem is, I'm in a rut myself. It's not exciting for me anymore, until SHE walked through my door and propped herself down on my sofa. Who knew SHE would be taking lessons from me, but she is, and now she may be the one teaching me a thing or two.

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Blog Tour- Book Excerpt: Good Guys Wear Black by Lisbeth Selvig





About the Author:

Lizbeth Selvig writes fun, heartwarming contemporary romantic fiction for Avon books. Her debut novel, The Rancher and the Rock Star, was released in 2012. Her second, Rescued By A Stranger is available now. Liz lives in Minnesota with her best friend (aka her husband), a hyperactive border collie named Magic and a gray Arabian gelding named Jedi. After working as a newspaper journalist and magazine editor, and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician son, Lizbeth entered Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® contest in 2010 with The Rancher and the Rock Star (then titled Songbird) and won the Single Title Contemporary category. In her spare time, she loves to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and play with her four-legged grandchildren, of which there are nearly twenty, including a wallaby, an alpaca, a donkey, a pig, two sugar gliders, and many dogs, cats and horses (pics of all appear on her website.

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Excerpt from Good Guys Wear Black

Carefully, he led her through the maze to the far side of the room, where he pointed to a small, neat metal cage on a platform.

“Climb in,” he said.

“Oh, excuse me?” She laughed. “I’m not that stupid.”

He grinned and stroked his mustache like a melodrama villain. “I can force you, you know.”

“I’ll scream.” Her chuckle turned to a giggle.

“Who’ll hear you? I told you this place was full of secret hiding spaces.”

“Great. I guess I am this stupid. My body won’t be found for weeks.”

She had no idea why her laughter continued to grow. Potentially this was a very unfunny subject. But just as he’d confused her with his earlier shutdown, he intrigued her with this unfamiliar Dewey. One she trusted for no reason that made any sense.

“Nya ha ha,” he cackled, and made a twirling motion at the end of his mustache. “This is my personal elevator, and I’ll take you to new heights if you’ll trust me.”

“I think in books they’d call me too stupid to live,” she said, and climbed into the cage.

He followed her and closed the little door. The space was only about six feet square and maybe six feet tall. She caught sight of a small box containing two push buttons hanging beside the door. Dewey pushed one of buttons, and the wooden floor of the cage buzzed beneath her feet. Slowly, smoothly, it began to rise.

“Whoa!”

“Better than the glass elevator in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”

“Stop with the literary references. You had me at ‘new heights.’”

“Good. Guess I haven’t lost my touch.” He stopped the little elevator just before they reached the final level—a step onto the top of the vertical grain elevator. “There you go. The whole candy factory spread out for you.”

Indeed, she could see the entire floor of the mill from their new perch twenty feet up the side of the wall. The sense of order was clearer from above, and Rose smiled, surveying Dewey’s world.

“Is this safe?” she asked.

“A modern pulley system and brand-new floor. I can secure the cage multiple places along the route.”

To prove it, he flipped another switch she hadn’t noticed, and two steel bars slid from the base of the elevator and locked into brackets on the side of the wall. “We can use this for heavy storage or to keep something big off the floor. It’s very convenient.”

“This is a really cool toy.”

“Yeah, you think?” He grinned. “We loved it when we were kids. It’s not that unusual even now to find one of Emma’s kids up here reading.”

To her next surprise, Dewey slid down the side of the cage and settled onto the floor. With one soft tug, he pulled her to sit beside him. There wasn’t much more room side to side than for the two of them, her thigh snugged up to his, her hip pressed against the denim of his jeans. His size was even more evident like this, with his feet touching the far side of the cage while hers fell shy by six inches.

“What position did you play? In football?” she asked.

“Linebacker. Or I could make my way as a defensive back.”

“I can see that.”

“You know football?”

“I don’t really love football, but it’s the one totally guy thing my father did love. I used to let him tell me about it so I could spend time with him. I kind of like baseball. I always wanted my son to grow up to play first base for the Red Sox.” She laughed. “He couldn’t care less about sports.”

She swore another shadow passed through Dewey’s eyes, but it cleared quickly.

“He might yet.”

“You haven’t seen Jesse with a ball.” She shook her head, no longer stung by the reality of her son’s clumsiness. “But you. You couldn’t go back to playing football after your illness?”

He pursed his lips and raised one knee, resting his large, handsome hand against it. “I lost a lot of strength while I was ill,” he said. “Besides, after that, football didn’t seem quite as important. I figured I could teach football, teach phys ed or something, and that would make a better use out of the life I’d been given back.”

“But you didn’t. Why?”

“My father passed away three-fourths of the way through my first year of teaching, and I couldn’t leave the business or my mother hanging. I came home to take over, and I’ve never left. It’s all fine. I found out I was good at fixing things. This is probably a better fit for me.”

He meant it. She could see his sincerity. But for some reason she didn’t believe him. She thought she could see a connection between his inner shadows and the mention of children. What was he really missing?

“You went through a lot.”

“Everybody does. Look at your story.”

A rush of gratitude washed over her. He really could be a nice guy. For all his intrusiveness and oftentimes banal outlook on life, this was a depth he’d never shown before.

The new insight made her turn and rest one hand above his knee, the other one still stretched flat against the floor. He started slightly at the touch but turned toward her, too. Without giving herself time to think deeply, she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of his mouth, catching the gentle bristles of his mustache against her top lip. She meant the kiss to be quick and platonic, but a ripple of sweet gooseflesh swept down her neck and into her arms.

She started to pull away, but he stopped her, shifting to take both her upper arms in his hands.

“Uh-oh,” he whispered. “This place just got very unsafe.”


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Good Guys Wear Black
Adult Contemporary Romance
Published: 14 October 2014 by Avon Impulse

Duane “Dewey” Mitchell has lived in Kennison Falls for thirty-eight years: all his life. He’s built his family’s feed store and his own garage and repair shop into successful, respected businesses that keep him busier than anyone else in town, and he’s a true hometown hero-former captain and quarterback of his junior and senior year state champion football teams, scouted in college by the NFL.

Everybody loves Dewey. T hey also take him for granted. And he’s the loneliest man in Kennison Falls. When Rose Hanrahan takes a job as the new head librarian in Kennison Falls, Minnesota, she does it partly to get as far as possible from her strict, influential Boston family. T hey’ve never liked that she didn’t marry the father of her ten-yearold son, Jesse. Smart, self-reliant Rose has no time for their moralizing or matchmaking. Her son, with his special needs, requires all her attention and love. She has no time for dating or the heartache that results when a man likes her but can’t deal with Jesse.

Small town life in Minnesota for Rose and Jesse is far different from life in Boston. For one thing, everyone knowseveryone. And there’s only one service station in town- Dewey Mitchell’s. When he makes it clear he doesn’t have much time for her annoying son, and thinks she is an overprotective mother, Rose lumps him into the same category as all other men and vows to ignore him. But you can’t ignore anybody in a place like Kennison Falls. The more often she’s forced to interact with Dewey, the more it seems like the cosmos has plans for them.

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