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Friday, May 22, 2020

Bittersweet Revenge by RG Angel

Title: Bittersweet Revenge
Series: Patrician Book Two
Author: RG Angel
Genre: Bully Romance
Release Date: June 25, 2020
Cover Design: Red Leaf Book Design




Esme thought she was free, until a shocking revelation forces her to return to Stonewood.

There she must deal with life-altering secrets and lies as well as face the consequences of running away.

Caleb is angrier than ever, hell-bent on punishing her for what he considers as the greatest betrayal. As she delves deeper into the past with the aid of unlikely allies, even more secrets resurface, making her, and everyone around her, question the very foundation of their lives.

As the clock ticks and danger looms closer, what would Esme sacrifice to get to the truth? What would Caleb destroy to get his revenge?
















R.G Angel is a trained lawyer, world traveler, coffee addict, cheese aficionado, avid book reviewer and blogger.

She considers herself as an ‘Eclectic romantic’ and wants to write romances in every sub-genre she can think of.

When she is not busy doing all her lawyerly mayhem, and because she is living in rainy Britain, she mostly enjoys indoor activities such as reading, watching TV, playing with her crazy puppy and writing stories she hopes will make you dream.

If you want to know when R.G.’s next book will come out, or what signing she will be attending please follow her Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRGAngel/





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Echoes of You by Margaret McHeyzer




Title: Echoes of You
Author: Margaret McHeyzer
Genre: NA Dark College Romance
 Release Date: May 18, 2020




Blurb


At seven I was
adopted by the most loving parents in the world.

In this perfect family, I also found my best friend, and sister Tina.

Throw into the mix my boyfriend Dylan, and my dog Zhen, life was good... until
it wasn’t.

A catastrophic incident unearthed echoes of my past.

It left me no choice but to confront my inner demons.

Will I be able to live through this again?











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Excerpt

Prologue

The palms
of my hands are sweating.
Standing in
front of an unassuming building, I look up to see its sheer size. Still, it’s inconspicuous
because it looks exactly like all the other buildings surrounding it.
The sun
breaks out just behind the brick building, casting the entrance into shadow.
Funny,
that. Because I’ve been living in the shadows all my life. Now is the time for
me to come out of the shadows, and speak my truth.
Speak
our truth.
There’s a
line of cars in front of the building, all marked with the same lettering.
My heart
beats quickly as a shock of finality runs through my veins.
This is
where part of me will die and another part of me will live.
All my life
I’ve been worried about what people think of me. But I can’t continue on in a
life where I’m only breathing. I need to learn to live.
I take
several deep breaths, ready to cross the street and take the leap I’ve been
longing for.
“You can do
this,” I say to myself. The sun is moving higher, the shadow becoming smaller.
Yes, you
can.
I look to
my left, and to my right, checking for oncoming cars.
I keep
walking, crossing the street. I know if I stop for even a second, I’ll talk
myself out of going.
You can
do it.
I walk
until I come to the automated doors that slowly slide open.
Hopefully,
they’ll believe you.
I head to
the counter, where a woman with dark hair pulled back in a severe ponytail and
wearing a uniform is working on a computer. She looks up, but remains seated.
“Can I help you?” she says in a flat voice.
My hands
tremble, so I knit them together to stop the emotion bursting to come forward.
“I, um,” my
voice quivers with uncertainty.
“Are you
okay?” She stands and comes closer to the counter. She looks behind me,
searching for a hint as to why I’m so edgy.
“I, um,
need to talk to the police unit who deals with sexual abuse.”









Author Bio

STRONG, BRAVE AND COURAGEOUS
CHARACTERS.


**Write something worth reading**



I'm Margaret and I'm a self-published author.



Recently I was
fortunate in obtaining New York Times best-selling status on my YA/NA book -
Ugly, and my YA book - Mistrust.



My last six books have been YA and I'm completely in love with the genre. I
love being able to communicate with people through my words and stories.



My writing genres all differ, but the one thing I keep consistent is my
heroines. All my female lead characters are strong, gutsy and not the 'perfect'
woman. While my books all have romantic elements in them, they aren't just
about the romance. They're about finding strength, acceptance and making life
long connections.



I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I have while writing them.




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The Van Birch Incident by Marla Holt blitz


The Van Birch Incident: A Rock Star Romance
Marla Holt
(The Incident Series, #1)
Publication date: May 21st 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Van Birch: Pop Star. A-list starlet. Off-limits.

Clay Noble has spent the better part of a decade avoiding his taboo obsession: His stepsister Van. In love with her since the first time he’d heard her sing, even shipping himself off to the army couldn’t stop thoughts of her. Now that he’s lost everything in a tornado, he’s forced to move back in with the only family he has left, Van and her dad. Sleeping down the hall from her is forcing every unwanted impulse back to the surface.

Clay Noble: Gorgeous. Infuriating. Untouchable.

Everything Van touches turns to gold with a side of outrageous. When she accuses her manager of sexual assault, the public thinks it’s just another one of her publicity stunts and the backlash is brutal. Wounded, she dashes home to a tornado-devastated Wellville, Kansas to heal and help rebuild, even though the constant stream of social media doubts and threats won’t let her rest. But there’s another reason for her sleepless nights and fevered dreams. Clay is back, hotter than ever, and his lingering glances and stolen moments have her convinced the feelings she’s fought for so long may not be one sided after all.

******

The Van Birch Incident marries forbidden romance, bordering on taboo with a little danger and a guaranteed happily ever after, while exploring how social media and real life collide in a post #metoo world where the internet never sleeps.

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EXCERPT:

Clay didn’t want to crowd her, but he needed to touch her, to make sure she was all right. He warred with himself as he slowly approached her, trying to shove his needs aside and focus on her. When she didn’t flinch away, Clay cupped Van’s jaw in his hand and angled her head so that she met his eyes.

“Hey,” he said in the most soothing voice he could muster. It was not a tone Clay used often. “Are you okay?”

She shook her head and leaned into his palm. Her chest heaved, and Clay covered the hand she held over her heart with his own. Her heart was pounding scary fast. He thought that maybe Van was having a panic attack. She’d had them a few times when they’d been teenagers.

Clay was vaguely aware of Michael, muttering to himself and getting to his feet, over his shoulder. Van’s eyes shot to him, and her breath came even faster. She was going to hyperventilate.

“Don’t look at him,” Clay said, capturing her gaze again. “Look at me. Good. Now, breathe with me.” He stepped in close, putting their hands over his heart. Clay’s heartbeat wasn’t exactly slow and steady, but it was calmer than hers.

Van closed her eyes and matched the rise and fall of her chest to his. Finally, she relaxed into him, her head rolling onto his shoulder.

“I have to give a speech in a few minutes.” Her voice was wavering and muffled by his shirt.

“Take some time. They’ll wait for you,” Clay said and wrapped his arms more fully around her. He wanted to rail at her, to tell her she needed 24-hour security, but now wasn’t the time.

“Thank you,” she said. “I—” She balled her fingers into his shirt.

“Shhh.”

Clay chanced a glance over his shoulder, and Michael had disappeared. Good riddance, fuckwad.

He tightened his hold on Van and held her until both their heart rates had returned to normal. At some point, they’d started to sway together. His thumb caressed the curve of her waist, and he felt Van’s nose graze his neck. A second later, her lips brushed over the hollow of Clay’s throat.

Her balled fist flattened against his chest, and he pressed his palm into the small of her back. The swaying stopped, and when she raised her eyes to his, the shift in mood was so swift and fierce, Clay barely registered the decision to kiss her before their lips crashed together.

Van tasted like whiskey but also hot and sweet in a flavor that was something all her own. Her lips were naturally plump and supple, and her tongue was like velvet against Clay’s as he delved into her mouth again and again. His mind spun with desire as Van’s hands couldn’t decide where to stay. They roamed up and down his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair before starting all over.

The brush of her nails at the nape of Clay’s neck pulled a groan from his chest. She didn’t resist as Clay eased her back against the wall and pressed against as much of her small, soft body as he could. She moaned as he ground against her and kissed his way down her neck.

They’d kissed before. Just the once. It had been intense, but not like this. There had been electricity, but there hadn’t been this bald longing like there was now, like maybe Van wanted him as much as he wanted her. Like maybe she always had but was only just now willing to admit it.

“Clay.” The word was almost a gasp as her leg wrapped around his, pulling him closer as he ground against her again.

God, he wanted her. He wanted her here, now.

Clay was contemplating wrapping her legs around his waist and hiking her skirt up when he heard voices approaching.

He and Van stilled at the same time. Clay’s blood was thrumming inside him, telling him to press on, to pull her closer, to pull

down his zipper, brush aside her panties, and finish this. He couldn’t make himself step away from her. Not yet. Not when he was

so close.



Author Bio:

Marla Holt believes in second chances, romance, and the radical notion that everyone deserves a happily every after. She's living her own fairy tale, writing contemporary romance novels in her Kansas farmhouse with her husband, three boys, three cats, and flock of imaginary sheep. Follow her at marlaholt.com or on Instagram as @marlaholtauthor

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His Small-Town Girl by Lacy Williams

Title: His Small-Town Girl
Series: Sutter's Hollow #1
Author: Lacy Williams
Genre: Sweet Romance
Release Date: May 12, 2020
Cover Design: Covers & Cupcakes




"This book touched me so much, especially with what is happening in the world right now. We NEED a book like this to restore our faith in humanity!" -Valri via Goodreads

"And ooh boy, The Moment. That was epic. Every girl needs a Cord (and a Moment) in her life." -Meagan via Goodreads


She’s sweet and wholesome. And hiding something.
He’s back home, resurrecting old ghosts.
One of them is going to get hurt. 

Molly arrives in Sutter’s Hollow out of gas and out of options. The rundown ranch seems like a perfect place to hide. Except the man who owns it seems just as dangerous as what’s chasing her.

Cord’s mantra growing up? Get out of Sutter’s Hollow. Now he’s back in town, but only long enough to get rid of his grandma’s ball and chain—the ranch. He doesn’t need a complication like Molly, who reminds him of an injured baby bird. He’s no protector. So why can’t he tell her to get lost?




What was she going to do?
Molly caught her knuckle as she twisted the wrench on a nut that just wouldn't give. She gritted her teeth as the skin scraped away. She sucked on the skin, the iron tang of blood settling on her tongue.
Questions bounced through her mind as a cold wind blew straight down the collar of her jacket.
Once she got the nut loosened, the dead alternator would lift out. Another hour, and she'd have the new one installed in its place.
And then what?
She'd promised Cord she'd get off his property. He'd been kind, letting her stay the past two nights. She'd repaid him by cooking some of Mama's favorite meals, though she'd left him to eat in peace, staying in her room and strumming her guitar.
She hadn't slept other than in snatches. She needed to get the fear under control. She couldn't keep going like this.
She'd seen a random stranger walking down the street and panicked. A full blown attack, with the shakes and trouble breathing. In front of Cord, who obviously pitied her.
Pitied her, but wasn't going to invite her to stay.
I'll never let you go.
I'll kill anybody you get close to.
Toby's cutting voice had been bouncing through her brain ever since.
You're mine.
She wasn't his. Never had been.
But no matter how many times she repeated it to herself, his voice followed her.
She'd found a measure of safety on Cord's land. It was quiet, peaceful. Maybe she could find someplace like it.
She tried to tell herself she would be fine.
But she didn't believe it.
Footsteps crunched in the dried grasses, and she startled so badly that she dropped her wrench into the engine with a clang.
She might've uttered a cuss word under her breath as she retrieved it.
She shot a glance at Cord, approaching from the house, but he pretended he hadn't seen her jump like a lunatic.
"Need some help?" He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned above a T-shirt that clung to his abs.
"No thanks." She'd fight with this bolt a little more, and then she'd win. She'd do the next step and the next until the engine was rebuilt.
Too bad she didn't have a manual for how to rebuild her life.
He shifted his feet. Opened his mouth. Shut it again. Then blurted, "Can you come inside for a minute? I wanna talk."
"What's there to talk about? I told you I'm getting ready to leave. You'll have your solitude back."
He mumbled something under his breath. When she shot him a look, he awarded her a tight smile. It was some improvement over his fierce frowns. What would it take to drag a real smile from him? "Please, will you come inside?"
The nut finally loosened, the tension giving away under the strain in her arm.  "Fine," she said.
It was the work of a few seconds to remove the nut and bolt, and then she lifted out the alternator and set it on the ground beside the truck. An empty spot was left behind in the truck's engine.
That's how she felt right now. There was a huge piece missing inside of her. She didn't know how to get it back.
She wiped her grease-stained hands on a rag as she followed Cord to the house. In the kitchen, he motioned her to sit in one of the kitchen chairs. She crossed her arms and leaned against the counter instead.
He leveled a look on her. "You okay?"
She dropped her gaze to the floor. "I'm fine."
She wasn't fine. But he'd already seen her at her worst, and she didn't want to face his pity again.
"Molly."
She heard the skepticism in the single word. She turned away and started running water at the sink. She scrubbed her hands with the rough green bar of soap left there. And rinsed.
And then he was close behind her, reaching around her to turn off the water. Her body was betraying her again. It was awareness of him at her shoulder—not fear—that made her heart pound.
That and the sickening memory of Toby.
"I want to know what's going on," he said. The words emerged heavy, as if they’d cost him.
She squeezed her eyes closed.
He touched her, cupping one hand beneath her elbow.
And when she looked up at him again, something was burning behind his eyes. "I have to know. Did someone hurt you?"

She clutched the edge of the sink. "He tried."





Lacy Williams wishes her writing career was more like what you see on Hallmark movies: dreamy brainstorming from a French chateau or a few minutes at the computer in a million-dollar New York City penthouse. In reality, she’s up before the sun, putting words on the page before her kids wake up for the day. Those early-morning and late-night writing sessions add up, and Lacy has published fifty books in almost a decade, first with a big five publisher and then as an indie author. When she needs to refill the well, you can find Lacy birdwatching, gardening, biking with the kiddos, or walking the dog. Find tons of bonus scenes and reader extras by becoming a VIP reader at www.lacywilliams.net/vip .


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