Mar 29, 2017

Blog Tour & Review -- Co-Wrecker by Meghan Quinn




We're celebrating the release of CO-WRECKER by Meghan Quinn!





NA Romantic Comedy
Photographer: Lauren Perry
Designer: Meghan Quinn
AMAZON CA: http://a.co/5eu4Y4K



What do ice cream and Sadie Montgomery have in common? They're both ice cold, but one taste is never enough. 

I wanted to be friends — I would have even settled for her seeing me as anything but a nerd — but there was no getting through. So just like any hard-headed, red-blooded man out there, I made up my mind. 

I’d make my coworker fall for me. 

I’d like to say it was simple, but like every other epic love story, all it took was one drunken night and a lot of naked courage to get the girl. For a moment, at least.

Love with a coworker is never simple, especially since Sadie’s trying to keep us on the low. Not to mention her persistent ex-boyfriend who won’t leave her alone. But I’ve never been good at giving up, and I don’t plan to start now.

The whole thing is a recipe for a rocky road, but I plan to eat the whole gallon, no matter how bad the brain freeze.


















REVIEW:


"I'm hot for the nerd."


HO-LY HOT-NESS!!!


*praise hands* Oh Lawd!!


Being a nerd myself, I tend to be attracted to them. But whew!!!
Andrew is the epitome of nerdy goodness! Goodness me.


Ok, I've gotten carried away already...
Meghan Quinn is a master of RomCom gold! She mixes fun and sexy with serious undertones that leave your heart full of flutters.


Sadie has had a rough year, and she's not in any mood to deal with a new guy at work...Until she lays eyes on the hunky guy with the black-rimmed glasses who she can't seem to shake from her mind.
Andrew is ready for a new start. He just never imagined that the girl who would be training him his first day on the job would be just what he needed.


"Oh, is this one of those elementary school things? You like me, but you pretend you don't like me so you're extra mean?"
"No."
"Wow, you like me. I can see it in your eyes."
"You see nothing."


These two had a love/hate relationship at first, but you can only deny your feelings for so long before you completely give in.


The sexual tension between Sadie and Andrew was soooooooo hot. Like volcano lava, the surface of the sun...well you get the idea.


I could not get enough of these two!
I loved their banter and their wit around each other!
The nicknames and the friendships, and just pretty much everything about this whole story!


"He's a four-leaf clover in a field of weeds; you don't let a man like him slip through your fingers."


Like I said, this book also has serious undertones that give this story many layers. Sadie is fighting many demons within herself, very personal ones. Andrew is the only person to make her truly feel whole and happy again. It's a beautiful thing to watch unfold. Even though it was heartbreaking at times, you felt the emotions behind it all.


"I'm a goner. She's my...my everything? Is that even possible so soon?"


Meghan Quinn, my love her words knows no bounds!!
She knows how to write an amazing love story from unique characters.


I feel so hard for Sadie and Andrew within moments of meeting them! All the characters in this story are completely loveable! Can I be a part of their gang? Like, seriously?!


Wonderful story! Sugar Britches and all;)


"I am whole and complete on my own. But I know in my heart that we're better together. I am better with him. He holds my heart, and will hopefully want to hold it forever."


















About the Author:


Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!


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Visit my website: http://authormeghanquinn.com/






Mar 28, 2017

Release Blitz -- Kiss, Marry, Kill by Sidney Halston




He's been chasing a memory . . .






KISS, MARRY, KILL
Iron Clad Security #1
Sidney Halston
Releasing March 28th, 2017
Swerve






He's been chasing a memory . . .

It was just supposed to be a regular Thursday afternoon…and then he saw her. Sitting in seat L214, one seat over from his at the baseball game, right next to her douche of a soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. An impromptu kiss for the kiss cam, and Jax knew his life would never be the same. Five years and a tour in Afghanistan later, Jax is back stateside running his own private security firm, Iron-Clad, with his best friend. He isn't the man he used to be... but Megan isn't the sexy and sweet, though sheltered, twenty-two-year-old he left behind, either. And she's in trouble.

...but now they're on the run.

Megan Cruz has made something of herself. She’s turned her dreams of pop stardom into a reality. But when a deadly stalker breaks into her home claiming to be her number-one fan, the only person she can turn to is the boy who got away. But Jax isn’t the same carefree charmer who stole her heart, then broke it when he joined the military. This man is seductive, hard, guarded. And he'll do anything to protect what's his.












“I can’t believe I’m here with you. I mean, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

His face softened and there was the ghost of a smile hidden somewhere in his bushy beard.“Still not a question.”

“How long have you been back?”

“Few months.”

“What happened to you? Do you leave again?”

“Got blown up, got discharged, came home, not leaving again.”

It was short, and she needed more information, but knowing he wasn’t going to expand, she moved on. “Okay,” she sing-songed, “are you married?” Then she heard the very familiar and very welcome chuckle of Jackson Irons. It hit her right in the chest. It was her first glimpse of the old Jax.

“No. Not married.”

“Do you want to know if I’m married?” she asked.

“Already know you’re not.” His arms were big and bulky and the way that he leaned into the island made him look impatient.

“Can you sit? You’re making me nervous.”

He pushed off the counter and sat on the chair across from her, the island between them. “What do you do now?” “I co-own Iron-Clad Security here in town. We do all types of security work including  bodyguard, government ops, cyber-security, securing homes.”

She held out her finger and pointed to herself. 
“I’m pretty sure I’m in the market for some of that.”

“Already on it, Meg.”

“Really? Don’t I have to hire you first, or something? Discuss prices? Sign a contract?”

“You think I’d sit back and wait for a stalker to break in again while we discuss pricing options? Fill out paperwork?”














USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives her life with one simple rule: "Just Do It"--Nike. And that's exactly what she did.

After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative, romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she's not writing, you can find her reading and reading and reading. She's a reader first and a writer second. When she's not writing or reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn't have it any other way. 



Blog Tour -- Hard to Protect by Incy Black




Some Black Op missions are too dark—even for him.






HARD TO PROTECT
Black Ops Heroes #3
Incy Black
Releasing March 20, 2017
Entangled Ignite







Some Black Op missions are too dark—even for him.

Volcanic hot and ambitious Special Agent Will Berwick doesn’t give a damn what his orders are, he’s not taking the enemy—the lovely, but arctic Dr. Angel Treherne—to bed. Nor will she die on his watch, most certainly not by his hand. Oh, he’ll root out her secrets. But his own way—teaching her a much-deserved lesson while he’s at it: that no one messes with his career plan just because they’re a little peeved with him.  

Caught up in a tangled web of deceit and betrayal, psychotherapist Angel trusts no one—certainly not alpha-cocky, cunning Will Berwick. First he’s hostile, then he’s charming, now he wants to protect her? Why? What’s he hiding? With her life—and heart—on the line, she needs to know. 

With the risks high and personal, can Will and Angel agree the dangerous choices they must make?












What he wanted was an explanation as to why she’d nixed his return to active duty. He grinned, instead. “You seem more piqued than usual by my silence, Doc. Pre-menstrual tension?”

No flinch. No sharp intake of breath. She didn’t even blink. But the sudden chill she threw damn near caused his balls to retract.

Then, like an assassin’s blade in the dark, she sliced. 
“Suffered any symptoms of impotency since your injury, Berwick?”

Perversely, his groin heated. Well, apparently, if he wasn’t going to dignify her surprising and utterly unprofessional counter-challenge with a response, his dick would. Odd, when to-date, this woman hadn’t stirred so much as an extra pulse-throb from him.

Not that she was unattractive. On the contrary, her classical beauty could launch ships. Flawless bone-structure. 
Complexion creamy, lustrous as a pearl. Fathomless grey eyes intent enough to make a man’s soul hum. Wide mouth. Generous lips, blush-pink and ripe. Hinting at dirty.

            Her demeanor though—do-not-touch frigid.

Jesus, if someone had told him a Nordic God had carved her out of ice and then had second thoughts about getting close enough to breathe some warmth into her for fear of forevermore ejaculating snowflakes, he wouldn’t have argued.

Without breaking eye contact, he vaguely imagined what she might look like with that tight French braid of hers loosened, the tips of her breasts peeking through the untidy fall of blond tresses, as she lay naked, writhing beneath his hands.
And gave himself a mental slap.

Never going to happen. No way would he take this female to bed. Even if he survived the encounter, he doubted she would. Someone, or something, had damaged her. No woman wrapped herself in that many layers of frost without good reason. She may have crossed him, and for that she would pay, but he didn’t want to break her, for Christ’s sake.
He’d shattered Diana, and in return her death—suicide—had shattered him. A joyride through hell he preferred not to repeat.

No, he’d cajole the whereabouts of Treherne’s brother from her in a way that didn’t require physical contact or, at least, not deep physical contact. The odd affectionate caress he’d allow, purely as a sign of friendship. He had a feeling she could do with an ally. “What would have to happen for you to agree to have dinner with me?”

            “Both ice caps would have to melt.”

He choked back, Well, you would know, and widened his grin. To hell with his reservations. This wintery beauty shared none of Diana’s frailty. The Doc could take care of herself.
Game on. 






To escape the frenzy of three children aged under 4 years, two mad dogs and four very odd cats, Incy Black committed to a law degree (University College, London), first to piss off those who said she didn’t stand a chance, and second, because she’s never learned to walk a hill when there are mountains to be climbed.

When not fighting injustice and righting wrongs on ‘Planet Incy’ via her love of writing romantic action adventures, she works as a Marketing Director…also cook, cleaner and homemaker.

Living in the UK’s West Country, her (now five) children are well versed in what scares her (most things) and delight in pushing her neurotic buttons—at their peril.






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