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Title: The Summer Games: Settling the Score

Author: R.S. Grey

Release Date: May 2, 2016

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As an Olympic rookie, Andie Foster has spent far more time in her cleats than between the sheets. For 21 years, her Fridaynights have consisted of blocking shots rather than taking them. But now that she's landed in Rio, she's ready to see for herself if the rumors about the Olympic Village are true:

 

The athletes are all sex-crazed maniacs...

The committee passes out condoms like candy...

The games continue long after the medals have been handed out...

 

As Andie walks the line between rumor and reality, she's forced into the path of Frederick Archibald, a decorated Olympic swimmer and owner of a sexy British accent—too bad he's unavailable in a way that "it's complicated" doesn't even begin to explain.

 

In other words: off limits.

 

It doesn't matter that he has abs that could bring peace to the Middle East and a smile that makes even the Queen blush; Andie fully intends on keeping her focus on the soccer field. But the Village is small. Suffocating. Everywhere Andie goes, Freddie happens to be there—shirtless, wet from the pool, and determined to show her a whole new meaning of the phrase "international affairs".

 

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I am a lover of books, chocolate, reality TV, black labs, and cold weather. Seriously, if I had it my way, I would be curled up on the couch with all of those things... everyday.

 

I live in Texas where I spend my free time writing and reading. My favorite authors include Mindy Kaling & Jonathan Safran Foer. I'm a comedy geek and love all things "funny". Women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, and Mindy Kaling are definitely the biggest inspirations for my writing, though I think my work tends to skew a bit smuttier than theirs.

 

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Title: Black Number Four

Author: Kandi Steiner

Release Date: April 4, 2015

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Known as one of the youngest and most ambitious poker players in the country, Skyler Thorne has a reputation to uphold in Vegas this year. Her sole focus for spring semester is to perfect her game and get tournament ready – and have some fun with her sorority sisters, of course. Meeting a care-free pledge with incredible arms adds a whole new element of fun to her semester, but when a shocking discovery about his past surfaces, Skyler finds herself stuck in a game she wasn’t prepared to play.

 

Kip Jackson is on a mission from his father. His plan was to get in, have a little fun, and then get out – on to bigger and better things. A feisty girl with bright blue eyes wasn’t on his list of things to do, but she quickly moves her way up to the very top. When he realizes completing his dad’s mission means crushing her in the process, he must decide if his dreams are worth the risk – or if he even has the same dreams, at all.

 

Two secrets. Two hearts. Two hands being played in one twisted game of deceit.

 

When the cards are on the table, will anyone be left standing?

 

The perfect poker face can only hide them for so long.

 

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"I want to know your secrets.” I walk to the sink and drop the dishes in, waiting.

 

Skyler leans against the wall and crosses her arms. “Oh yeah? In poker or in life?”

 

I tuck my hands in my pockets and shrug, my eyes locked on hers. “Both.”

 

She stays there for a while, smiling and scrutinizing me at the same time. Suddenly, her face falls, and I feel the same resistance from earlier stretch between us like a tense rubber band. “I should probably go,” she says, lifting from the wall.

 

I check my watch. “Why don’t we go watch the sunrise? It’ll be up in twenty minutes.”

 

Skyler chews her cheek, her foot tapping on the floor. “I don’t know, I think this would be a lot easier if I left now.”

 

I shake my head, walking toward her. “What do you mean by this?”

 

She goes to back up but hits the wall. “This. Us. I just, I don’t think we should get caught up. I have to focus on poker this semester and you’re pledging. It would just be easier if we didn’t complicate things.”

 

I keep walking until our chests touch and place my hands on the wall around her head, my face inches from hers. Her breath hitches in her throat, but her bright blue eyes don’t leave mine.

 

“Baby, you made me lick tequila off you the first night we met. This is nothing if not complicated.” 

 

 

 

 

Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.

 

Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).

 

When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.

 

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Cover Reveal for Dark Edges by Kane Caldwell

 

Title: Dark Edges

Author: Kane Caldwell

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I’m not your good ole boy or boy-next-door type of guy.

If that’s what you’re looking for, I suggest you move on. I curse a lot, work too fucking much, and keep to myself. My edges are hard, rough, and even dark at times.

I never thought I would wind up in the business I’m in. I may not always play by the rules, but I go where the money is, keep my nose clean, and my affairs organized.

Who knew one fucking e-mail would change everything in my controlled life. I swore I’d never touch a case like hers again, but there was something intriguing behind every word I read.

 She had my attention, she would have my services, but I never thought she’d steal my heart.

My name is Chase Black, owner of Dark Edges PI.

 

I’m your good girl and I once had everything.

A big beautiful house with a view of gorgeous mountains, an expensive car, stress-free job, a wardrobe any woman would die for, but one thing was missing… the ever-absent husband.

I never expected to be in the position I’m in, but I needed answers.

I sent one e-mail thinking I would figure it all out. It wasn’t the route I intended to take. The life I’d been living was a lie and he gave me the answers I needed. What happened next I wasn’t prepared for.

He had my information, he took the case, but I never thought he’d capture my heart.

My name is Naomi McAllister, owner of a broken heart.

 

This is our story…

 

 

 

Even as my ankles began to sting with the strain they held, I couldn’t move, I was in a trance. A spell that only he had the power to break and I gazed up at him with burning desire, silently giving myself to him, waiting for his command.

 

Chase broke the thick hunger-filled tension and firmly whispered, “Knees.”

 

I didn’t question or hesitate, I don’t even think I flinched when I easily moved to kneel before him causing the fabric of my skirt spreading to its limits. 

 

“That’s my girl,” he coarsely muttered.

 

Raging emotions came over me and my lids fluttered to hold back the stinging tears. He instantly crouched before me, taking my shaky hands in his. “You trust me, Naomi?”

 

“Yes,” I breathed.

 

Chase nodded, placing my hand on my thigh, and he raised his to brush it across my cheek. The gentle touch of his rough hand had me leaning into it and closing my eyes and when he squeezed the hand he was still holding, my eyes flickered open.

 

With his hand cupping my cheek, eyes on mine, he began to slowly lean in and my tongue automatically came out to trace my lips. His eyes dropped to my mouth and watched its movement and when they lifted to mine, he gave a throaty growl. The dampness between my legs seeped onto my thighs and the pounding in my chest radiated throughout my body.

 

I straightened my back and braced for the lips of Chase Black to meet mine. 

 

 

 

I’m Kane Caldwell, an aspiring contemporary erotica Author. Writing had started years ago as a hobby but quickly turned into a passion. I am the epitome of a country boy with my jeans, t-shirt, hat, scruffy face, and work boots on, driving my truck. I’m in my mid-forties, but my mind tells me different. I live in the south where the weather is warm but most times sweltering hot. I have two teenage boys that I’m very proud to call my sons. When I have down time, I love to be surrounded by family, friends, great food, or engrossed in a good book. 

 

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The Year I Met August by Renea Porter Cover Reveal

 

Title: The Year I Met August

Author: Renea Porter

Release Date: May 13, 2016

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It was the summer before college and Murphy was ready to experience life, as any girl should. During an outing with her sister she meets August. He's older, and more experienced than she is.



She knew a relationship at this point was almost pointless. With an internship at the end of summer and then college in the fall. Her schedule was full.



Murphy told herself that she could walk away from August without any repercussions. If only her heart had listened. 



Walking away at the end of the summer was difficult. But they agreed to keep in touch and see each other whenever possible. They still didn't put a label on their relationship.



Eventually August showed his true self. He was so ashamed, he hid his secret from her for as long as possible. Now that his secret was out, Murphy had no clue how to handle it.



Will she stay with him so they can deal with it together? Or will it be too much for her to take on?

 

 

 

This was it. I was leaving. Most likely, I wouldn’t be back. Turning back, I gave August one last look before leaving.

 

Goodbye, August.

 

I walked down the stairs, feeling a mix of emotions. Pulling out my phone, I called a taxi to come get me. I had my own credit card that my Dad got me, and some money put away from odd jobs I did the last few years. August’s mom wasn’t even up yet. The sun was just rising, and I had an overwhelming urge to run up the stairs, but I resisted. Now the taxi was on its way. I sat on the porch steps as I waited. Tears fell. What did I set myself up for? Heartbreak.

 

The taxi pulled up, and I slid into the back seat. “To the airport, please.”

 

School was four hours away, driving distance, so I decided to catch a flight, making my trip a mere hour and a half. The taxi started to pull away, and something caused me to look back.

 

August was standing there bare chested in a pair of jeans that resided low on his hips. His hair haphazardly messy, and defeat written all over his face.

 

“Stop! Leave it running,” I told the taxi driver.

 

Pushing the door open, I ran to August, tears streaming down my cheeks, and my heart beating so fast I thought it would explode.

 

He caught me in his arms, wrapping them around me tightly. “How could you leave without saying goodbye?”

 

 

Our lips crashed. And then I pulled away. “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, August. Now I’m leaving. I said I could just walk away after ten days, but it’s killing me inside.” 

 

 

 

 

With over ten books out, Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two. She mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she's not afraid to venture into other genre's like Paranormal Romance.



She enjoys spending time with her husband of fourteen years, and step son. She calls Pennsylvania home, but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time you can catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.

 

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Release blitz for The Sound of Serendipity by Cynthia A. Rodriguez

 

Title: The Sound of Serendipity

Author: Cynthia A. Rodriguez

Release Date: April 14, 2016

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So many things can happen to a person on a Central Park bench.

 

For Emerson Kingsley, falling in love happened, despite her broken monster of a heart.

 

Emerson knows more about listening than she does about love, whether it’s listening to artists as a music producer or listening to stories as she people watches.

 

Months of watching Maddox Bailey from a park bench are to blame for her infatuation. In her mind, the moment they meet will be spectacular if she ever finds the nerve to speak to him.

 

But when the two share an awkward cab ride, she realizes that maybe fantasies are meant to stay that way.

 

The only problem is, now that they’ve met, he keeps popping up in her life. Each time he does, Emerson finds the real-life Maddox to be better than anything she could’ve dreamed—sexy, passionate, and sweeter than his chocolate brown eyes.

 

A woman in love with possibilities meets a man determined to make them happen.

 

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We’re inside his apartment and I hope he doesn’t notice the way I’m clamming up. He’s in the kitchen, pouring us each a glass of wine and the dull romantic lighting is making me wish that I knew how to do this. How to initiate. How to be someone other than Emerson Kingsley; no virgin but no sex goddess either.

 

“Are you planning on leaving?” he asks when he walks over to me with both glasses in hand and I shake my head. “You can take off your coat. If you’re staying.”

 

I unbutton the large wooden buttons, slide the wool off my body and fold it over the top of his couch. He’s standing there, watching me with a smile in his brown eyes.

 

“You can take your shoes off too,” he suggests and I step out of them. My bare feet pad against the wood floor as I make my way to him.

 

“Thanks.” I take the glass of white wine and look around. The place looks exactly the same.

 

“Are you afraid?” The question takes me by surprise. I sit on the couch and wait until he’s sitting next to me to answer.

 

“I think I’m more afraid of disappointing you than anything else.” I set my glass down. “And I’m a little afraid of losing control with you. Of letting things happen and falling so hard that I break in the process.”

 

He pats his lap with his hands and I place my feet on him. When he starts rubbing my right foot, I groan. It feels amazing.

 

“Trust me to take care of you. Trust me to catch you,” he says and I relax. After a few minutes, he turns his ministrations to my left foot and I’m so relaxed, I may fall asleep. “Will you run away if I kiss you?”

 

My eyes are closed and I smile before I shake my head. I feel him let go of my foot and then he climbs over me. Holding his weight above me, not quite on top of me. I feel his breath on me. Cinnamon.

 

He takes my lips, just a taste. Then he takes another taste and another and my hands are on his back, in his hair, where ever I can touch him.

 

He sits up and takes me with him and before I know what I’m doing, I’m pulling off his shirt. He grabs my face between his hands and kisses me, and I’m so in the moment that I can’t be bothered about what I’m doing right or wrong.

 

He reaches under my shirt and runs his hand from my abdomen to my back. One hand makes light work of my bra’s clasp and then I’m leaning back to pull it from my body, throwing it across the room when I’m free. My white cotton tee is all that covers my breasts and before I can appreciate the way Maddox looks at them, he’s teasing them through the thin cotton, his finger grazing over them. Then his mouth is on my nipple, and I scoot closer to him until I’m rocking against the bulge under his zipper. Between the feel of his tongue and the way it flicks over the cotton and the way I’m rubbing myself against him, I’m ready to do anything he wants to do.

 

Suddenly he pushes me to stand, and I run my fingers through my messy hair as he unbuttons and tugs at my jeans. My panties come into view and he kisses my hipbones from his place on the couch. He turns me and I cry out when I feel his teeth scrape my lower back, just before the swell of my bottom.

 

“You’re breathtaking,” he says. I tug my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. Then I hook my thumbs into my panties and slide those off. He’s staring at me with eyes that can’t stay still. They’re exploring and I want his hands to do the same.

 

I want to be naked in front of Maddox. I want him to be naked in front of me.

 

“Your turn,” I say, my voice little more than a whisper.

 

He stands and now that he’s towering over me, I can’t help but feel a little intimidated.

 

So I grab his belt and unbuckle it before tackling the buttons lining his groin. I brush against the hardness beneath and I try not to hold my breath. When enough of them are loosened, his jeans fall to the floor and I’m looking down at the prominent erection hidden by his blue boxer briefs.

 

I look up at him and he raises a brow. So I pull those down and straighten myself. I exhale and then we’re at each other. He lowers us to the floor and I arch my back, bringing my torso toward him. He runs his hand from my neck, flattening his hands between my bare breasts all the way down until he’s strumming my clit like his favorite guitar. He plays my body like a love song. There’s something sweet and intimate about the way he touches me. The way he caresses my bones, skin, and flesh. He touches me on the outside but he somehow touches me inside as well, where my soul is hidden. I know that love is such a dangerous feeling. I know it but I can’t help the way his name sits on my tongue, ready to escape the prison of my lips and teeth. The same way my heart escaped my ribcage and now only comes to life when he’s near.

 

 

 

“Maddox will ruin any man for you. DAYUM MADDOX. Day-um.” – H.B. Stumbo, Author

 

“The Sound of Serendipity was the craziest, most epic roller coaster ever, and I never wanted to get off.” – Jessi Elliott, Goodreads

 

“Cynthia Rodriguez has went and knocked it out of the park AGAIN! Her writing is truly remarkable. Every single thing about this story was spell binding.” – Tarah, Book Queen

 

“This book was pure bliss!” – Mg Herrera, Goodreads

 

“The Sound of Serendipity has blown me away. It’s an eloquently told, unique story that will undoubtedly leave a mark in the romance genre.” – Erin, Southern Belle Book Blog

 

 

 

 

Cynthia A. Rodriguez hates writing her own bio. In her down-time, you can find her watching movies, ranging anywhere from classic movies to action flicks (she has a weakness for Marvel adaptations), and reading steamy novels. She is stationed in North Carolina, where she lives with her husband and their Miniature Pinscher, Winnie (as in Pooh).

 

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Title: He Loves Me Not (Lifestyles of the Rich and (In)Famous #2)

Author: Tierney Fowler

Genre: Young Adult

Release Date: April 20, 2016

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In the game of love, everyone roots for the underdog. You know, that girl-next-door type who wears glasses and has a shy smile and who falls for the most popular boy in school…she’s the hero of every story. And when the shy girl takes off her glasses and the quarterback kisses her and the crowd roars and the movie fades to black, people sit back and are satisfied. 



But what about the cheerleader? The one he dumps at the fifty-yard line and the one who runs off the field humiliated and sobbing? What about her feelings? What about her? 



He Loves Me Not tells the story of what happens after the cheerleader is denied her fairy tale ending. Maggie's life was perfect--she had perfect friends, perfect parents, and a perfect boyfriend. But when she's abruptly dumped in front of the entire county by that perfect boyfriend, her life falls apart. With her clique, her friends, and her social standing obliterated, Maggie is resigned to a lonely, humiliating senior year of high school. 



...at least until she meets AJ Abbott, a musician who breaks every rule her mother ever taught her. He has no college degree. He wants to be a rockstar. He wears entirely too much black and leather. 



But despite their differences, Maggie is slowly drawn into AJ's rock and roll lifestyle, and she'll be forced to choose which is more important--clinging to her nonexistent popularity or learning that maybe there's more to her than her beauty queen tiaras and cheerleader pom-poms.

 

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Maggie’s favorite part of her school day was lunch, but it wasn’t like she ate during that time. Instead, the best part about lunch was the informal parade. If it wasn’t too humid outside, the round stone tables underneath the oak trees dripping with Spanish moss were the perfect setting to see—and be seen. She loved that slow walk to her table—weaving through the other students—when she could feel everyone’s eyes on her. There was nothing in the entire world like the admiration that came as the result of constantly striving to be the best. After all, Maggie had quite the legacy to live up to.

 

See, not only had Maggie’s momma held the crown for Miss South Carolina and Miss Dixie Belle at the same time back in 1989, but her momma had also won homecoming queen and prom queen during her senior year. That was four crowns at once, if anyone was counting. And Maggie’s daddy made buckets of money investing in Big Oil in Texas before he met his wife and followed her back to Charleston, South Carolina. Maggie had inherited both her momma’s good looks, Southern charm, and infamous maiden name, and her daddy’s brain, magnetic personality, and money.

 

Maggie made good on all the gifts her parents had given her. Not only did she top the Honor Roll every semester, but she’d always placed in the top three in a pageant. And she’d made the Varsity cheerleading squad as a sophomore. Now, sometimes people liked to get their panties in a bunch and start screaming about nepotism, but Maggie had been taking gymnastic lessons since she was four and had won every junior beauty pageant she’d ever entered.

 

Really, it was like her slow walks to the lunch table in front of the entire school were a reward for how hard she worked. It was nice to be appreciated. Though today, the walk was a little more precarious than normal. Her momma had insisted that Maggie start breaking in the new heels she’d bought for homecoming, but they were at least an inch higher than she was used to wearing. Navigating the tree roots that broke through the ground took all of her concentration. Thank goodness for Bobby. Maggie gripped his bicep and snuck a look up at him through her lashes.

 

Not only did Maggie have the perfect childhood, she also had the world’s most perfect boyfriend. Bobby Bishop and Maggie Marion had met after he’d dunked her in the Club’s outdoor pool one summer when they were five. She declared him to be her boyfriend the next year in first grade. Even a bajillion years later, Maggie loved everything about him. She loved the way his blond hair curled into his green eyes, and how his tan skin contrasted against the royal blue of his football jersey. She loved how his muscles made her feel delicate beside him, and she loved his easy laugh. Bobby was the most talented quarterback their high school had seen in years, and if things went right this football season, he would have his pick of nearly any D1 college in the country.

 

Bobby must have felt her looking at him because he smiled down at her. “Have I told you how pretty you look today?” He stopped walking, sliding Maggie’s hand off his arm so he could squeeze her around the waist.

 

Maggie beamed back at him. “You’re just the sweetest. Momma put me on a new diet, and I lost three pounds!” She grinned, pleased he’d noticed. The cheerleaders had gotten new uniforms a few weeks earlier, switching from basic one-piece uniforms to a midriff bearing two-piece. Maggie hadn’t felt super comfortable wearing what was basically a sports bra to school on game days, so she’d asked her momma for a new diet to really flatten her stomach.

 

“You know you’re perfect just the way you are.” Bobby leaned down for a kiss.

 

“Get a damn room.” Tommy pushed between them, nearly sending Maggie teetering over before Bobby grabbed her arm. “Oops, sorry, Mags. Nice shoes!” He grinned, and all was forgiven. Tommy was Bobby’s best friend and star running back. Even though Bobby was clearly the cutest boy in the county—no, in the world!—Tommy held his own with his warm brown eyes and dark hair. She’d been friends with him for ages—their daddies frequently did business together.

 

Maggie and the boys finally arrived at the table, which had already been claimed by the rest of their friends—all fellow cheerleaders and football players. The period passed quickly like it always did—filled with lots of loud laughter and party planning. Every person at the table had earned their spot, and whenever a new, misguided student tried to join in, they were quickly educated on social standings.

 

They weren’t snobby; they had just always been together. From play dates as children to summers at the club to cotillion classes—Maggie and her friends just fit together. Outsiders didn’t really understand their world. For instance, how would that new girl from Massachusetts ever understand how much thought Maggie put into selecting Frances I as her silverware pattern?

 

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. “Shit, I gotta run. We’re picking lab partners today.” Bobby stood and slung his bag over his shoulder, then winced. “Sorry, Mags. It slipped out.” He smiled down at Maggie apologetically. She’d never been comfortable around cursing. Her momma had always said that gentlemen should know better than to use foul language around ladies, but sometimes they might need a little reminding.

 

“Just don’t let it happen again.” Maggie beamed up at him, standing slowly to keep her balance on her new heels.

 

Bobby automatically put a hand out to steady her and then tucked her hand into Tommy’s elbow. “I do gotta run, though. I don’t want to get stuck with some loser.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead, slapped Tommy on the shoulder, and disappeared into the side entrance of the building.

 

Maggie sighed, watching him go with a dreamy smile on her face. He was the world’s most perfect boy. The little spark of love spread warmth all the way down to her toes. “Ah, Maggie May,” Tommy half-sang as they walked toward the building. “Bobby’s a lucky guy, huh?”

 

Maggie lowered her lashes and grinned, but really, she knew she was the lucky one.

 

 

 

 

The long lost Wakefield twin. Blair's head minion. The BSC party planner. The original Pink Ranger. Stephanie Tanner's BFF.



In addition to crafting young adult and new adult novels, Tierney Fowler works as an IT consultant by day and a style blogger by night. She resides in Northern Virginia near four shopping malls, counts leopard as her favorite color, and once shot a reality TV show pilot...that never went anywhere.

 

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