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BLOG BLITZ – Review, Excerpt AND Giveaway: Hard As You Can by Laura Kaye

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Laura Kaye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 25th 2014
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Five dishonored soldiers.
Former Special Forces.
One last mission.
These are the men of Hard Ink.

Ever since hard-bodied, drop-dead-charming Shane McCallan strolled into the dance club where Crystal Dean works, he’s shown a knack for getting beneath her defenses. For her little sister’s sake, Crystal can’t get too close. Until her job and Shane’s mission intersect, and he reveals talents that go deeper than she could have guessed.

Shane would never turn his back on a friend in need, especially a former Special Forces teammate running a dangerous, off-the-books operation. Nor can he walk away from Crystal. The gorgeous waitress is hiding secrets she doesn’t want him to uncover. Too bad. He’s exactly the man she needs to protect her sister, her life, and her heart. All he has to do is convince her that when something feels this good, you hold on as hard as you can—and never let go.

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EXCERPT

“Do you like to dance, Crystal?” Shane asked in a low voice.

“Uh, what? Why?”

 His smile was crooked, playful. “ ’Cause dancing’s something people do when they’re getting to know each other.”

“Really?” Maybe where he was from. Then again, she worked in a strip club. Dancing was something people did to make money. So, okay, maybe her view of dancing was a bit jaded.

“Absolutely. Ask anybody.” The song faded away, followed by the announcement of a Southern rock station’s call sign. A new song started, and Shane turned to her with a smile. “Dance with me.”

Crystal peered up at him without the slightest idea how to respond. Because her body was saying hell, yes!, while her brain was screaming bad idea, really, really bad idea.

He stepped closer, arms raised, expression full of all kinds of invitation.

The next thing she knew, her right hand was in his and her left had slipped around his neck. Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, ran over and over in her mind. What am I doing? But then he tucked her hand against his chest and tugged her against him with the hand that settled at her lower back. And the closeness stole her breath.

He moved them to the beat of the song, a slow, sexy, bluesy number she didn’t know but would never forget. Some songs carried memories like the images were imprinted upon the very lyrics themselves, and she had no doubt this would be one of them.

All of a sudden, the air in the room felt ten degrees warmer. As they swayed to the beat, Shane’s body pressed against hers from thighs to chest. With every step and move and turn, Crystal’s breasts rubbed against the hard plane of his chest. Strong hands held and guided her body, making her want to feel them explore her everywhere. Arousal rose like a waking dragon inside her. Cautious. Curious. Dangerous.

This was wrong and stupid on so many levels. But, scary as it was, it felt so freaking good that she couldn’t force herself to pull away. One song. It’s just a dance. Just a dance just a dance just a dance.

And, holy crap, she wasn’t the only one aroused.

Against her belly, Shane hardened.

Crystal sucked in a breath, and he pressed his lips close to her ear. “We’re just dancing here. That’s all. I promise,” he said. But the adrenaline was already in her blood, setting her to a trembling she couldn’t control. Part curious interest and part instinctive fear. “Sshh,” he almost cooed. “Just dancing.”

The echo of her own thoughts from a moment before allowed her to draw a breath that almost calmed. They turned and swayed to the music, moving closer, pressing tighter, Shane’s lips so close to her face that she could feel his breath shudder across her cheekbone.

He was a fire she had no business playing with. She knew that even as she leaned her face against his … and got exactly what she’d hoped for.

He kissed her.

Just a brush of his lips against her cheek, but a kiss all the same.

And as much as it made her head spin, it was the little catch of breath in the back of his throat that sent a jolt of electricity down her spine to settle low in her belly. Light as a feather, he caressed her cheek, her temple, her ear with his lips. With him, always such gentleness, so different from almost every other sexual experience she’d ever had. It made her feel safe to allow this to continue.

Between them, his erection was firm, long, totally unyielding.

She shivered, caught between interest and fear, desire a river moving faster and faster inside her. The whole experience was a revelation—that her body had the capacity to respond this way, that a person existed who could pull these reactions from her.

For a moment, she gave herself over to the dizzying sensations. In her mind’s eye, she saw them undressing, fumbling their way back the hall, falling naked and wanting on the bed. What would it be like, just once, to take something that she wanted without worrying about anyone else, without being afraid? Just one wild, secret night, all for her? What would Shane be like?

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AUTHOR Q&A

HARD AS YOU CAN is your second book in the “Hard Ink” series (after USA Today bestseller, HARD AS IT GETS). What can readers look forward to?

Readers can look forward to tons of sexy alpha male goodness, awesome bromance between the Hard Ink men, more antics from the Hard Ink puppy, and another great love story between Shane and Crystal. But readers should also be ready for a book that is darker, more intense, and more emotional. This book pushed me to emotional places that were tough as a writer, and might be tough for readers, too. But I think that just makes the payoff at the end so much sweeter!

Describe Shane and Crystal. What are their best traits? What are their weaknesses?

Shane and Crystal are such an amazing couple to me. They’re each exactly what the other needs. Shane’s best traits are his protectiveness, his fundamental kindness, and his soul-deep loyalty (his southern accent and humor are also right up there!). His biggest weakness for sure is a tragedy from the past for which he blames himself—and it’s something that continues to motivate him in Hard As You Can. Crystal’s best traits are her courage, protectiveness, and selflessness—she’s willing to do anything to keep her younger sister safe. Her biggest weakness is also that selflessness, because the sacrifices she’s required to make are getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

If you could describe your book in a 140 character tweet, what would it be?

When a woman in trouble assists an ex-soldier’s covert mission to regain his team’s stolen honor, he finds a new mission to save her, too

What are you most excited about with this second book release?

I’m really excited to take readers deeper into these awesome characters and into the mystery behind the Hard Ink team’s ambush and discharge!

What books are you reading right now?

I’m almost done with Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander (yes, I’m very late to the party but OMG JAMIE FRASER!!!). And I’ve recently devoured and loved Juliana Stone’s Offsides and Shelly Thacker’s time-travel historical romance, Forever His.

What can fans of your “Hard Ink” series look forward to next?

There will be two more Hard Ink books in 2014!

Hard to Hold on To – August 2014

Hard to Come By – November 2014

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New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller Laura Kaye is the author of over a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Laura grew up amidst family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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BOOK BLITZ – Excerpt and Giveaway: Lost in Us by Layla Hagen

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LostinUsLost in Us (Lost in Us #1)
Layla Hagen
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: February 17th 2014
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Serena has learned to live with her past, locking her secrets and nightmares deep inside her. But when her boyfriend of six years abruptly leaves her, she’s catapulted back into pain, nursing a broken heart. When indulging in mountains of chocolate doesn’t work, Serena decides the best way to deal with her shattered heart is to indulge in something else. A rebound . . .

The night she swaps her usual Sprite for tequila, she meets James. The encounter is breathtaking.
Electrifying.
And best not repeated.

James is a successful entrepreneur in Silicon Valley. A man who has amassed a fortune by taking risks. A man who has shunned commitment completely, and still does. He’s the exact opposite of Serena. But sometimes opposites attract. Sometimes they give in to burning passion. Sometimes opposites are perfect for each other.

James is everything her damaged soul could want. His kisses are intoxicating, his touch out of this world. He makes her forget. He grants her peace from her pain. But as they grow closer, Serena discovers she isn’t the only one with a past. James carries the scars of a past much darker than hers. One that has left him damaged, hurt, and wary of love. A past that gives him the power to shatter her.

Now James and Serena must find a way to mend one another. Or risk losing each other forever.

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“OH MY GOODNESS. This book was excellent. There were absolutely no reasons to give this novel less than five stars. I was not expecting this. Lost in Us is a New Adult Romance and it is COLLEEN HOOVER good! Yes, I said it – you could put this book up against the leading New Adult Romance authors and it would hold its own.”

–J.P.Grider, author of The Honor Trilogy

“Layla blew me away with her début novel Lost in Us.  I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started this book and by the end of the first chapter I was hooked. Funny, emotional and heart wrenching.”

–Shona Reid, reviewer at Fiona’s Book Review Blog

EXCERPT

There are three reasons tequila is my new favorite drink.

One: my ex-boyfriend hates it.

Two: downing a shot looks way sexier than sipping my usual Sprite.

Three: it might give me the courage to do something my ex-boyfriend would hate even more than tequila—getting myself a rebound.

“You need someone hot, hot, hot,” my best friend Jess says, plunking her glass on the sleek counter and beckoning the bartender to prepare another round.

I grimace as the last drops of liquor burn my throat. “Define hot.”

“Tall, tan, six-pack.” She spins on her bar stool, turning toward the buzzing room.

“Every polo player at Stanford fits that description,” I say.

“Precisely.”

She bursts into a torrent of giggles that makes me wonder if I shouldn’t accidentally-on-purpose knock over the fresh round of shots the bartender sets in front of me, or my big night might just end up with me carrying an incoherent Jess to our apartment, as usual.

“Stanford’s entire team is here. Have your pick, Serena.”

I twirl around, facing a sea of people. Of course the entire team is here. Almost every Stanford student is here tonight. Who would miss the first bash of the summer term? For Jess and me, it’s the last first bash ever, since we are graduating in a few months. I push my chest forward, the way Jess does it, fully aware that I won’t have nearly the same effect she has. My black tank top, which she insisted I wear, doesn’t do me justice, revealing far too much of my barely-there cleavage, despite the definitely-there Victoria’s Secret push-up bra.

Jess twirls a blonde strand of her hair between her fingers, looking around with a confidence that can be neither replicated nor simulated. I take a deep breath and push the curtain of my black hair behind my shoulder. One look at the polo team and I know this was a bad, bad idea. The prospect of talking to one of those over-tanned giants, let alone flirting, has me hyperventilating. I don’t know how to flirt. Last time I did it I was a high school junior, and I sucked at it. Also, I thought I would never have to do it again. But six years later, Michael decided his Australian coworker’s seemingly endless legs were not to be resisted anymore, so here I am, a college senior, facing my most daunting exam yet.

I better not fail.

Yet as the number of mind-blowing, gorgeous girls floating around the players increases by the second, all vying for their attention, I dearly wish I could escape and cuddle in my bed, surrounded by mountains of Toblerone chocolate, watching The Lord of the Rings extended edition for the seventh time in three weeks.

I do a quick mental assessment of the probability of escaping without Jess catching on. It’s not good. Besides, she will need me to carry her home, so I’d better not leave her alone. I almost start designing a plan to convince her to bolt together, when someone catches my attention.

He’s tall, with dark, messy hair. Judging by the lavish gazes that the blonde at the next table and the redhead on his right throw him, I’m not imaging his perfectly toned chest and arms. On a hotness scale from one to ten, I’d put him between fifteen and sixteen.

I lean in to Jess and say in a low voice, “I bet he fits your hotness requirements.”

She follows my gaze and starts giggling again. “James Cohen?”

“You know him?” Please don’t say you dated him. Please don’t.

“I’ve read an article about him. He looks hotter than the feature’s picture. You of all people must have heard of him, too,” she teases.

“The name does sound familiar,” I admit, trying to hide my relief. I wrack my brain for a few seconds. And then it hits me. “Oh yeah, Stanford’s golden boy. Every professor in my economics classes mentions him at least once a month. The poster child for successful serial entrepreneurs.”

“Serial womanizers more likely,” Jess smirks as he bends to the redhead, whispering something in her ear, sliding his hand playfully down her back. For some reason, the sight of them erases any desire to keep looking for potential prey, so I swirl on my stool back to the bar.

“He graduated a few years ago. What’s he doing in a student bar?” I ask.

“Alumni sometimes come to semester opening parties,” Jess says with a shrug. “Right. I need to pee.” She springs from her stool, swaying when her feet reach the floor.

“Do you want me to come with you?” I ask at once.

“No, no, I’m fine,” she chortles. “I guess I shouldn’t have drunk those cocktails before you arrived.”

“That’s right, you shouldn’t have.”

“But the guy buying them was so cute,” she calls over her shoulder. I grimace as she stumbles into a couple on her way to the restroom.

I turn my attention to the two tequila shots in front of me, and open my mouth to tell the bartender we won’t be having them after all, when a voice says, “I’d recommend you try it with orange slices and cinnamon.”

“Excuse me?”

I look sideways and almost fall of my seat. It’s him. And up close, it’s obvious I gave him far too few points. His striking blue eyes and full lips, curled in a deliciously conceited smile, earn him at least a twenty on that hotness scale.

“Tequila,” he points at the two glasses. “It tastes much better with orange and cinnamon than lemon and salt.”

“Thanks for the tip.” I flash my teeth in the hope they’ll detract his attention from my plunging neckline, though I never heard of teeth trumping boobs.

“Have we met?”

“Umm… ” I’m one hundred percent sure we haven’t or I would remember, but I’m perfectly willing to pretend we have met if it means he’ll linger here a little longer.

“We have,” he says, recognition lighting up his face. “You were a mentor for the national math contest last year, weren’t you?”

Damn. Of the myriad of rules Jess recited to me concerning flirting and dating, one in particular stands out: never show my nerdy side. And there are very few things nerdier than being a mentor in a math contest. Especially since only previous winners are allowed to mentor. In my defense, he was the one who brought it up. I make a mental note not to mention my part-time bookkeeping job. No need to add the boring tag, in addition to the nerd one.

“I’m James, by the way.”

“I know. I mean… I’ve heard of you,” I mumble, suddenly feeling very hot.

He seems completely unsurprised.

“I’m Serena McLewis.”

“So, Serena…” he pronounces my name slowly, as if the three syllables would hide some kind of secret he’s hoping to uncover. My name in his mouth gives me goose bumps all over my arms. I hope he doesn’t notice them. “Let me guess, you’re a math major?”

“Nope. Economics and computer science.”

“Perfect combination. I had the same.” He winks. “I could use someone smart like you in my company.”

Just my luck. Other girls get a free drink, or a one-night stand. I get a job offer. Pity that’s the last thing I want from him.

“Sorry, not interested,” I say, hoping I don’t sound too disappointed.

He leans forward, and his hand accidentally brushes mine. Gently, passing. But it’s enough to send a torrent of shivers down my spine. Hot ones. Cold ones. Then hot ones again, and I fear I might have had one too many tequilas.

“And why is that?”

I try hard to come up with something, anything, but his warm breath on my cheeks wipes any thought other than the fact that his lips are far closer to me than they should be. His delicious scent—ocean and musk—makes my task so much harder.

He takes pity on me and leans back, his smirk more pronounced than ever as he scans me from head to foot.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” he asks.

A burning sensation starts forming in my chest and I don’t know if it’s panic or excitement, but I try to play cool, the way Jess always said I should.

“Of course, it’s Saturday.”

“Can you get out of it?”

I sound braver than I feel when I answer, “Depends on what you have in mind.”

“Where do you live?” he muses.

Normally, a stranger asking for my address would not elicit any reaction from me except running in the opposite direction, while seriously considering calling the police. On second thought, I might add a punch for good measure before bolting. Yet as I stand here before him, watching his eyes trace the contour of my lips, all I can think is that I’m sorry I haven’t had one more tequila because then I might have enough courage to give him a kiss. As it is, I’ll have to be content with giving him my address. I become conscious that I’m biting my lower lip and stop immediately. I lean over the bar and grab a napkin, then rummage in the tiny bag Jess lent me for a pen. I write my address on the napkin.

He glances at it once, picks it up and tucks it in the pocket of his jeans. “I know where that is. I’ll have someone pick you up tomorrow at three.”

“To go where?”

“What fun would that be if I told you?” he teases.

“You want me to get in a car with a stranger and trust him to take me to some place I don’t know?”

He narrows his eyes. “Not very adventurous, are you?”

Ouch.

I would dismiss this as a poor attempt to provoke me, if Jess wouldn’t tell me the same thing at least twice a day. Someone else used to tell me that as well. I never thought he really meant it until he announced that not only was he leaving me for the Aussie blonde but that he’d quit his job and was going backpacking with her through Europe and living life one day at a time.

I put on what I hope is a very pro-adventure smile. “How am I supposed to know how to dress if I don’t know where I’m going?”

He bites his lip and leans in whispering, “I’ll give you a hint. It’s not a job interview.”

 

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Random facts about me and Lost in Us:

  • James was initially called Liam … because I had a crush on Liam Hemsworth. I got over it in the meantime (am now crushing on his brother Chris)😀
  • I love chocolate as much as Serena does. Unfortunately I can’t get away with eating as much of it as she does.
  • I wrote a *certain* steamy scene on a piece of paper—on the back of which I then printed an official letter. Which I sent. Oh, the joy of being a writer🙂

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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My name is Layla Hagen and I am a New Adult Contemporary Romance author.
I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.

I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.

And I drink coffee. Lots of it, in case the photo didn’t make it obvious enough.

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Battle of the Book Boyfriends!

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From science geeks & serial killers to warlocks & rockstars, no matter your flavor, Kelly Oram has a fictional boyfriend for you! Make the most of this holiday of love and cuddle up with a boy who’s sure to make you swoon, will never talk back, and will never ever break your heart!

Now, I’ve read practically all of Oram’s books and her guys? They each have their own quirks and characteristics and mimics that just make you fall in love with them. So when I heard Kelly was having a Book Boyfriend Battle I knew I’d be participating. And while I love them all, there are two that I just couldn’t get my mind off. First up is Ryan!

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Kelly Oram
Genre: Young Adult, Sci-fi
Purchase: Amazon, Barnes & Nobles

“Most superhero stories start with a meteor shower or a nasty insect bite, but mine actually starts with a kiss…”

An accident that should end in tragedy instead gives seventeen-year-old Jamie Baker a slew of uncontrollable superhuman abilities.

To keep her secret safe Jamie socially exiles herself, earning the title of Rocklin High’s resident ice queen. But during a supercharged encounter with star quarterback Ryan Miller she literally kisses anonymity goodbye. Now the annoyingly irresistible Ryan will stop at nothing to melt the heart of the ice queen and find out what makes her so special.

Unfortunately, Ryan is not the only person on to her secret. Will Jamie learn to contain her unstable powers before being discovered by the media or turned into a government lab rat?

More importantly, can she throw Ryan Miller off her trail before falling in love with him?

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Ryan Miller appears in the Jamie Baker series and my gosh he’s adorable! Blonde, blue-eyed football player, Ryan Miller is much more than your typical stereotype! Honestly, I loved all the scenes with Ryan in them. He has a way of making you laugh with just a sheepish look and a few bat of his eyelashes (I kid you not!). Once again, it’s adorable. Not only that but he’s amazingly sweet and understanding and everything and now I’m just gushing.

Don’t believe me? Well here’s just a teaser of Jamie and Ryan’s first kiss–in Ryan’s POV! I know I’m giving you guys the best part but make sure to read the whole scene on Kelly’s website here!

I held my breath while I waited for her to respond. She sighed, the smallest sigh that I couldn’t decipher, and finally turned to face me. My breath caught in my lungs as I met her brilliant gaze. She’d caught me staring at her once or twice before, but we’d never made eye contact like this. Especially not so close that I could see exactly how vibrant the color was, or how full of expression they were.

I swallowed hard and gave her what I hoped was my most charming, adorable, heartbreaking—and every other convincing adjective I could think of—smile. “I’ll owe you.”

She raked her eyes over me, checking me out without a shred of shame, kicking my hormones up to the point where I thought if she didn’t kiss me right now, I’d start stalking her until she did. So, so, so, so hot.

“Fine,” she said suddenly. “Knock yourself out.”

I was sure I hadn’t heard correctly because it sounded like Jamie Baker, the girl known to all Rocklin High as the Ice Queen, just gave me permission to kiss her in order to win a bet. That was simply not possible.

I stared at her openmouthed like an utter moron while she sat there patiently waiting for me to invade her personal space. I started to lean in and then frowned as I remembered Mike’s condition. She had to kiss me.

“Actually,” I said, praying this bit of news wouldn’t change her mind. “You have to kiss me or it doesn’t count.”

She stared at me a minute, processing this request, and then raised a brow at me.

My composure finally cracked. “You don’t have to pretend to like it,” I said quickly. “Please?” I wanted to kick myself when it came out sounding like a plea.

She tortured me a minute longer with her unreadable expression and glanced behind me toward Mike. Who knew what she saw back there. I couldn’t look. I didn’t want to know what the guys were thinking at this point.

Just when I was sure she was going to finally tell me to get lost she leaned forward and met my lips.

I’m not sure what shocked me more; the fact that she actually went along with this crazy scheme, or the fact that she didn’t just kiss me, but attacked me as if she wanted to devour me completely. For that first split second her touch was light, but then she threw herself into the kiss so forcefully I nearly fell out of my chair.

I gasped in surprise, which only caused her to up the kiss to French status. That’s when my surprise dissolved and, I managed to start kissing back.

I’d never been kissed like this in all my life. It was charged so full of energy that I swear to you there were actual physical sparks. No, not sparks, freaking fireworks. There was a magnetism pulling us together so strongly that we lost control. I grabbed her face in both my hands and then raked my fingers through her hair exactly the way I’d fantasized about doing a million times.

The next thing I knew Jamie was in my lap wrapping her arms around my neck as if she planned on keeping me hostage for eternity. If that were the case, bring on the shackles babe, because no way was I going to be the one to end this epic kiss.

I felt like I was on fire—like warm energy was spilling out of Jamie, washing over me and causing all my hair to stand on end. I started shaking—just a slight tremor in my hands at first, but it quickly progressed to violent, uncontrollable shivers. The energy was filling my body so full I thought I’d literally burst apart at my seams.

Soooo? Am I right or am I right? That’s just hot. H-O-T-T hott! If that doesn’t convince you, then I don’t know what will. I loved reading Jamie and Ryan’s first kiss in Being Jamie Baker but reading it in his POV?? Well, he trumps Jamie. Sorry, Jamie!

I did some recon about who would be the perfect Ryan and I came across this guy. Now, he’s not blonde, but something about his slightly boyish looks just screamed Ryan to me. Check him out! (and please feel free to drool!)

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So what do you think? Am I right or am I right?

Now onto our next Book Boyfriend candidate! As much as I love Ryan, there’s another Kelly Oram boy that had my heart fluttering in a different beat… and it’s Kyle! (See what I did there? Because Kyle’s a musician, so beat… Get it? No? Okay never mind)

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Kelly Oram
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary
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When Val Jensen gets dumped for her decision to stay a virgin until marriage, the nasty breakup goes viral on YouTube, making her the latest internet sensation.

After days of ridicule from her peers, Val starts a school-wide campaign to rally support for her cause. She meant to make a statement, but she never dreamed the entire nation would get caught up in the controversy.

As if becoming nationally recognized as “Virgin Val” isn’t enough, Val’s already hectic life starts to spin wildly out of control when bad boy Kyle Hamilton, lead singer for the hit rock band Tralse, decides to take her abstinence as a personal challenge.

How can a girl stay true to herself when this year’s Sexiest Man Alive is doing everything in his power to win her over?

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Kyle Hamilton is a tall, dark haired, green-eyed hunk of a bad boy rock star. He’s arrogant, charming, passionate and sexy all at once. Just like Val, there are times when I just wanted to kick the crap out of him, but there were also scenes were I was left a fluttering mess!

Here’s a particular scene–“The Challenge”–that just speaks volumes!

Kyle’s eyes dropped briefly to the V hanging from my neck and his frown melted into a cocky smile. “I can’t resist a good challenge.”

That’s what I thought. “Well, I’m afraid you have a problem then, Kyle.”

“What’s that?”

“I never back down from a challenge either.” I pointed to the jeans I was wearing. “This is one pair of pants you’ll never get into.”

“Ah, but you still have a whole closet full of others, and at least one very sexy skirt, don’t you?”

“None of which you’ll ever get your hands on either.”

Kyle crossed his arms over his chest, studying me with a gleam in his eyes. “So that’s how this is going to go?”

I matched his posture and then threw his own words back at him. “Looks that way, doesn’t it?”

Kyle stared me down a minute longer and then stalked toward me with a predatory smile. Watching him slowly come at me was like being trapped in one of those nature shows on the Discovery Channel. My pulse pounded in my chest with every step he took, and I felt myself backing up until I hit the wall.

Suddenly we were standing toe to toe. His body took up so much space around me it was hard to breathe. I could feel his heat and we weren’t even touching. What had just happened?

Kyle saw the overwhelmed look in my eyes and smirked. He brought his mouth down to mine and brushed my lips with a touch so feather-light that I gasped.

My body reacted before my head could. I drifted into him as if he was somehow my new center of gravity. My eyes fluttered shut, and I waited for a kiss that never came. His lips were there, brushing back and forth over mine, teasing me cruelly until I ached with a desire so intense I started to shake.

Kyle chuckled darkly. “You’re in over your head with me, Virgin Val.

Ummmm yes yes yes yes yes!! Phewww! I might actually be blushing and I seriously have a shit-eating grin on my face, you guys. I’ve got a good idea on who’s going to win the Book Boyfriend Battle–but I still want a short story–anything really–about Kyle and Valerie and what happens after that God-forsaken epilogue!

Now, I was looking at pictures of guys and I stumbled upend this one and I don’t know but I can just picture him as Kyle. That sexy rugged look with the tattoos? Yeah I can see it–especially four years later, as he appears in the epilogue. So without further ado!

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What do you think??? Yes? No? Maybe? Leave me a comment!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen–a fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which family and friends still tease her. She’s obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and loves to eat frosting by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband and four children.

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COVER REVEAL: Excerpt and Giveaway – LoveLines by S. Walden

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LoveLines (The Wilmington Saga #1)
S. Walden
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 25th 2014
Spice Factor: Freaking Hot (don’t let the cutesy cover fool you!)
Arrive at work at 7:58 A.M. sharp. Check. Count forty-seven steps to cubicle. Check. Arrange pens in their red-blue-black-green-purple order of importance. Check. Apply hand sanitizer before opening email. Double check.And that’s just the first few minutes of her work day.

Thirty-one-year-old proofreader Bailey Mitchell is a slave to her tics. She inherited Obsessive Compulsive Disorder from her father, and it’s done nothing but inhibit her love life. She’s run the gamut of boyfriends—none of them willing or able to cope with her condition.

Enter 32-year-old Reece Powell, her new coworker at Beach Elite Marketing Firm. He’s more than willing to cope. He finds her habits cute and quirky . . . for now. Reece wins her over, and life coasts along for them until Bailey experiences a devastating blow. Tragedy exacerbates her OCD, and Reece realizes her tics aren’t so cute and quirky anymore. Just like all the others, he has the choice to leave.

But Reece isn’t like all the others.

The Wilmington Saga
Follow the stories of Wilmington, NC residents as they fall in and out of love, mend and break hearts, grow, change, lose, win, and experience what it means to truly live in this small coastal community.
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Ummm.. Can I just gush over this beautiful cover??? Yeah? Okay. Here it goes: AHGKDGDHKELFJKDLBJQOIEGHSDKLJSDJB!!!!
*sigh*
Okay, Raquel. Exhale. Inhale.
Okay I’m good.
It’s beautiful, you guys! Don’t you think so? Honestly, this is exactly how I pictured these two based on the teasers Summer has been posting on Facebook. Exactly like this.
I can’t wait to read Bailey and Reece’s story!

EXCERPT

I rounded the corner and slammed into him. And was subsequently distracted from counting my steps. My OCD was in overdrive today. Why? Because my anxiety was somewhere up in space. I was terrified of running into him. And I’m talking in the figurative sense. I actually, literally, ran into him! Well, technically he ran into me.

“Gosh, I’m sorry, Bailey!” he said, helping me to my feet. Yes, I forgot to mention that I fell on the floor, the papers I was delivering strewn about the hallway in a disorganized mess.

“It’s okay,” I replied. I was so frazzled that I didn’t even take note of the way my hand felt in his. I’d have to imagine it was perfect. “Seems we have a knack for falling in front of each other.”

He smiled down at me and adjusted his collar. “Yeah, but the difference here is that I bulldozed you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nodded, and he sighed relief.

“You helped me up and left the papers on the floor,” I pointed out. I worried it came out accusatory instead of playful. So I grinned, and he seemed to like it.

We knelt on the floor together and collected the pages. He even helped me organize them before taking my hand and pulling me to my feet once more. This time I paid attention. He had a warm, solid grip. Protective. It sent a rush of fiery orange all the way up my arm and into my heart, making it beat faster and stronger.

And then came the really awkward part—that weird silent moment of smiling and shuffling feet because you aren’t sure what else to say. I mean, there was certainly something that could be said, but I didn’t take Reece for the type of guy who would embarrass me by bringing it up. “It” as in my highly-sexualized exhibition last Thursday.

“I think I saw you at The Reel Café,” he said after a moment.

Okay. Apparently Reece is the kind of guy who brings shit up to embarrass you.

“Really?” I asked, furrowing my brow. “I don’t know that I was there Thursday night.”

“You were dancing with your friend. You had on a little blue dress,” he said. I guess he felt the need to jog my memory.

“Ohhhh,” I replied, and smacked my forehead with the heel of my palm. “That’s right! I was there. I had a lot to drink. Hard to remember where I was or what I did.” I giggled nervously.

He affected disappointment. “Oh, so that whole show wasn’t really about me.”

I couldn’t believe he actually said it! Yes, he went there. Went there.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. I knew the jig was up, but I wasn’t ready to admit I flirted with him so blatantly. And anyway, I didn’t know it was him at the time.

“The dancing,” he said. “When you danced for me.”

He stared directly at my face, just like he did when he visited me at my cubicle for the first time. This guy had balls. Well, I mean, obviously he had balls. I hope he had balls. Bailey, stop thinking about his balls.

“I . . .” What could I say? I didn’t know if I should be aggravated that he was so clearly embarrassing me or jump his bones because he looked really hot in that tailored striped button-up.

He leaned over to get eye level with me. “I’m just messin’ with you,” he said softly.

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IMG_1221S. Walden used to teach English before making the best decision of her life by becoming a full-time writer. She lives in Georgia with her very supportive husband, who prefers physics textbooks over fiction and has a difficult time understanding why her characters must have personality flaws. She is wary of small children, so she has a Westie instead. She is the USA Today bestselling author of Going Under. When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about it.
She loves her fans and loves to hear from them. Email her atswaldenauthor@hotmail.com and follow her twitter feed at @swaldenauthor.

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COVER REVEAL: All Lined Up by Cora Carmack

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All Lined Up (Rusk University #1)
Cora Carmack
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: May 13th 2014
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In Texas, two things are cherished above all else—football and gossip. My life has always been ruled by both.

Dallas Cole loathes football. That’s what happens when you spend your whole childhood coming in second to a sport. College is her time to step out of the bleachers, and put the playing field (and the players) in her past.

But life doesn’t always go as planned. As if going to the same college as her football star ex wasn’t bad enough, her father, a Texas high school coaching phenom, has decided to make the jump to college ball… as the new head coach at Rusk University. Dallas finds herself in the shadows of her father and football all over again.

Carson McClain is determined to go from second-string quarterback to the starting line-up. He needs the scholarship and the future that football provides. But when a beautiful redhead literally falls into his life, his focus is more than tested. It’s obliterated.

Dallas doesn’t know Carson is on the team. Carson doesn’t know that Dallas is his new coach’s daughter.

And neither of them knows how to walk away from the attraction they feel.

“Laughter + heartache + hot sexual tension = the perfect Cora Carmack book.”

—Monica Murphy

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Don’t get distracted by a girl.

That’s Dad’s number one rule, and he’s probably right.

 It’s going to take everything I have to keep my grades up here. And I don’t exactly have it easy on the field, considering I’m playing second string to Levi Abrams. The guy won two high school state championships, and still holds the high school state record for all-time leading passer. He was redshirted the year before last, his freshman year, and though he had decent numbers in his first season last year, the team as a whole had a disappointing year.

 Normally that might have given me a little hope.

But considering the university’s new coach was the one to coach Levi to those two state championships in high school, I figure I’m shit out of luck.

 I’m sure one of the reasons he was hired was to get Levi back on his game.

 Which is why I give myself a break and let myself step a little closer to Dallas. I can afford to get distracted for one night. How much could it hurt?

 “So what did that guy do to piss you off? You know…just so I don’t make the same mistake.”

 “Unless you’re lying to me and trying to trick me into sleeping with you…you should be good.”

“So what if I’m up-front about trying to get you to sleep with me…Does that still get me yelled at?”

 I expected a blush, but I don’t get one. Her face is carefully blank.

 “I thought you weren’t trying to hook up with me.”

“Just keeping my options open. I like to be prepared for all possibilities.”

 She rolls her eyes. “You can be as up-front as you want. I can promise I will be, too.”

There’s a devilish glint in her eye, and I wonder how many hearts this girl has broken with her honesty. Not that I’m worried about my heart. I’m more concerned with the hard-on I can’t get to subside with her so close to me.

 “Then in the interests of honesty, I should say I’m trying really hard not to kiss you.”

 She straightens, and the strand of hair she was lazily twirling drops from her grasp.

 “Why would you tell me that?”

 “So that when I slip up and break my promise, you’ll at least know I tried.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cora Carmack bio picCora Carmack is a twenty-something writer who likes to write about twenty-something characters. She’s done a multitude of things in her life– boring jobs (like working retail), Fun jobs (like working in a theatre), stressful jobs (like teaching), and dream jobs (like writing). She enjoys placing her characters in the most awkward situations possible, and then trying to help them get a boyfriend out of it. Awkward people need love, too. Her first book, LOSING IT, is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller.

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Waiting on Wednesday (5)

FWTF final coverFive Ways to Fall (Ten Tiny Breaths #4)
K.A. Tucker
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 24th 2014
Pre-Order: Amazon, Barnes & Nobles

Purple-haired, sharp-tongued Reese MacKay knows all about making the wrong choice; she’s made plenty of them in her twenty-odd-years. So when her impulsive, short-lived marriage ends in heartbreak, she decides it’s time for a change. She moves to Miami with the intention of hitting reset on her irresponsible life, and she does quite well…aside from an epically humiliating one-night stand in Cancun with a hot blond bouncer named Ben. Thank God she can get on a plane and leave that mistake behind her.

Football scholarship and frat parties with hot chicks? Part of charmer Ben Morris’s plan. Blown knee that kills any hope of a professional football career? So not part of the plan. Luckily Ben has brains to go with his knockout looks and magnetism. After three long years of balancing law school with his job as a bouncer at Penny’s Palace, he’s ready to lead a more mature life—until his first day of work, when he finds himself in the office of that crazy, hot chick he met in Cancun. The one he hasn’t stopped thinking about.

If Ben truly were a smart guy, he’d stay clear of Reese. She’s the boss’s stepdaughter and it’s been made very clear that office romances are grounds for dismissal. Plus, rumor has it she’s trouble. The only problem is, he likes trouble, especially when it’s so good-looking…

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Sooo… This is the first book in the Ten Tiny Breaths series to be released in all formats at the same time. Which is pretty cool because I can just buy the paperback right then and there… But also sucks because the release date was pushed back.

Nevertheless, I love love love the Ten Tiny Breaths series! And the covers? They’re beautiful, gorgeous, captivating. I’m really, really, really looking forward to Five Ways to Fall. The small scenes we’ve gotten about Ben from the other books have left me with a big ass grin on my face, so when I heard he was having his own novel, I might have squealed a bit!

So, what are you waiting for this Wednesday?