THE LUCKY ONES by Cassie Cross @inkslingerpr @CrossWrites

Today we have the release day blitz of Cassie Cross’s The Lucky Ones! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!

Title: The Lucky Ones

Author: Cassie Cross

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About The Lucky Ones:

Kendall Moore’s professional life has never been better. She’s an in-demand video editor who’s just started her own business, and that business is booming. She rarely has a moment to relax and has completely thrown herself into her work, which is just the way that she likes it. There’s just one tiny issue in her pursuit of professional and personal happiness: she’s getting burned out.

Of course, it doesn’t help that she’s hopelessly and secretly in love with her totally off-limits business partner, Jordan.

Jordan Murphy is an aspiring filmmaker with a past that he’s desperate to put behind him. When an opportunity arises to go to Vegas and film for a project he’s working on, he gets Kendall to agree to come along with him. After he makes a lucky bet that leads to a weekend full of fun, unexpected confessions, and a visit to a wedding chapel that neither one of them can remember, Kendall and Jordan head home wondering if what happened in Vegas should stay in Vegas…

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About Cassie Cross:

Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80’s sitcoms.

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WRITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS by Julie Hammerle @JulieHammerle @inkslingerpr

Today we have the release day blitz of Julie Hammerle’s Write Before Christmas! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!

Title: Write Before Christmas

Author: Julie Hammerle

Genre: Holiday Romance

About Write Before Christmas:

You’ve probably heard of me.

Reclusive fantasy author turned famous when his series got developed into a mega TV hit.

Except now I’m way behind deadline, and the whole world is waiting to see what I’ll write next.

The pressure is getting to me, and I. Can’t. Write.

Cue: small town where people don’t recognize me.

Cue: my assistant insisting on a personal chef to keep me fed and nothing more.

Cue: finding the first bit of inspiration I’ve felt in months whenever she’s around…

Am I a walking cliche now, or what?

Dani Cooper seems to have her own hurdles to jump this holiday season. Newly divorced, looking for her next move. She’s the first person who’s seen me for me in way too long. And I see her, too–as way more than just an employee, a divorcee, a cook. She’s becoming my muse…

But when my Christmas deadline hits, will it spell the end of us, too?

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“You said your house is full….” I was trying to get a read on her. She wore no wedding ring, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t seeing someone.

“My parents are there, obviously, and the dog and my daughter. And my niece and nephew and my sister-in-law…” She chuckled. “Kind of a full house, and my brother’s not even here yet.”

No mention of a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner or anything like that. “You said your daughter is there. Are you married?” Way to be blunt, Matt. Eh, sometimes it was best not to beat around the bush.

“Divorced,” she said. “You?”

“Single. Very single.”

Something in her eyes shifted. Heavy lids darkened her irises to charcoal as she studied me. “I was hoping that was what you’d say.”

I laughed nervously. “I was about to say the same thing to you.”

“I’ve been thinking about you since we ran into each other.” She pushed her hair over one shoulder. “Which is…not something I’d normally say to a complete stranger.”

“We’re not complete strangers now, though, are we? I’m Matt. You’re Dani—”

My stomach bubbled with excitement, as she stepped closer.

“I want to kiss you,” she said, her eyes narrowing.

“Please do,” I told her. “I want you to kiss me.”

She snatched the tumbler of moonshine back from me and drained it as a soft, chilly breeze ruffled her hair. With a lick of her lips, she dropped the cup. I barely had time to register the clank of the aluminum against the asphalt before her mouth was on mine.

I stumbled backward, still holding on to her, trying to keep us upright as our shoes skidded on the gravel next to the street and we tripped into the grass on the side of the road. Her soft, silky lips tasted like mangoes and cinnamon with a hint of alcohol. I held on tight to her, breathing her in, this stranger on the road in the middle of nowhere.

After a few moments, she pulled away, and I stifled a laugh.

“What?” Her eyes flashed.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just that, a few minutes ago, I’d been thinking about how we barely knew each other and were sharing a drink.”

She laughed, too. “I supposed all of this escalated quickly.”

“I’m not complaining.” I glanced down the road, toward the house where I was staying. I could invite her to join me, which was the kind of thing I never shied away from, at least it used to be. Random hookups had become more complicated in the past year. If I let Dani into my house, I’d be opening a can of worms. For the next several weeks, she’d be my neighbor. We’d run into each other constantly. Things would get awkward, and the stress of dealing with a romantic entanglement would distract me from my writing. Better to cut this short and leave ourselves with the sweet, perfect memory of making out with a total stranger in the moonlight on a deserted road. “I should probably…” I nodded back toward Linda’s house, making it look like I lived up that way.

“Me, too.” As she walked backwards, heading the way she came, she said, “But Matt, if you ever want to do that again…”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you.” I waved goodbye and headed back toward Linda’s house, ready to walk and walk and walk until I got that kiss out of my mind.

About Julie Hammerle:

USA Today bestselling author Julie Hammerle writes young adult novels that focus on nerds, geeks, and basket cases falling in love. On the YA side, she is the author of The Sound of Us (Entangled TEEN, 2016) and the North Pole romance series (Entangled Crush, 2017). For adult romances, look for Knocked-Up Cinderella in the fall of 2018. A graduate of Butler University with degrees in secondary education and Latin with a minor in music, Julie lives in Chicago with her family and enjoys reading, cooking, and watching all the television.

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Big Baller by Katrina Marie @katmarieauthor @givemebookspr

Title: Big Baller
A Cocky Hero Club Novel
Author: Katrina Marie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 25, 2020

Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward are excited to bring you the Cocky Hero Club: original works from various authors inspired by Keeland and Ward’s New York Times bestselling Cocky Bastard series.


Bentley Mendoza is making a name for himself as the only rookie on the Austin Rattlers basketball team. He’s living the dream life. A new house, a different woman every night of the week. What more could he want? Except the brunette flight attendant that refuses to go out with him. 

Jolene Haines is swearing off men after her failed fling with a pilot. All she needs is her best friend and her bed. Now that International Airlines is partnering with professional basketball teams, she’ll be surrounded by sexy athletes. One in particular who gets under her skin and doesn’t like to be turned down. 

Can the two of them fight the chemistry between them? Or will Bentley own Jolene’s heart and the court?



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Katrina Marie writes new adult romance and romcom. She lives in the Dallas area with her husband and two children. She loves all things magical, and if she’s not at one of her children’s events, you can find her staring at her screen coming up with her next story. She loves to curl up on the sofa and read until the wee hours of the night. 

When Katrina Marie isn’t reading, or writing, you can find her binge-watching everything from the Gilmore Girls to The Umbrella Academy. She loves hanging out with friends (you know, when that was a thing we could do) and spending time with her family.


Mr. D by Alta Hensley @givemebookspr @AltaHensley

Title: Mr. D
A Black Mountain Academy Series Novel
Author: Alta Hensley
Genre: Forbidden Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2020
Good girls do not go to the principal’s office. 
Good girls do not lust for the principal.
Good girls do not obsess over the principal.
I am clearly not a good girl.
I can’t help myself.
I need him.
Mr. D
I need his guidance, his protection, his authority, and above all…
I need his touch.
I know it’s wrong and even forbidden.
But I have one consuming fantasy…
Mr. D
*Mr. D is part of the Black Mountain Academy series and is a standalone novel.
Black Mountain Academy.
From the outside, it may look perfect and ideal—school uniforms, exemplary teachers, privileged students. But anyone on the inside could tell you about the debauchery, the scandals, the drama, the forbidden—taboo—romances.
Because where Black Mountain Academy is concerned…
Never judge a book by its cover.
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USA TODAY Bestselling Author of Hot, Dark and Dirty Romance. 
She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.


Today we have the release day blitz of Cheryl Sloan’s Darkness to Light, book 3 in her Beneath the Darkness trilogy! Check out this gorgeous trilogy and be sure to get your copy today!


Title: Darkness to Light

Author: Cheryl Sloan

Genre: Contemporary Romance



About Darkness to Light:

When Jenna’s past was called into question, truths

uncovered, and a stunning secret revealed, her world fell

apart in the most earth-shattering of ways.


One so devastating and profoundly painful, there

was no escaping the hollowness that would remain

in her heart until she righted the wrongs of the past.


While Jenna was no stranger to a blindside, nothing

would stand in her way as she fought to reclaim the

life she rightfully deserved. However, being

confronted by one’s worst nightmare, meant her

fortitude would face the ultimate test.


The problem with putting your life on the line was not

everyone would walk away unscathed.

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The Beneath the Darkness trilogy is a story of secrets and forgiveness, fire and ice, devastation, and hope, all wrapped in an epic page-turner that will leave you reeling from all the feels!


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“What am I doing here?” I retorted. “I think it is me who should be asking you that question, but then again, I can see the glaring appeal in the setup you have here,” I added, swinging my arm in the direction of the beach for added emphasis.

“Retirement doesn’t always have to be drab.”

“Drab?” I laughed out loud. “Yes, I can only imagine how jail would be painfully lackluster compared to this tropical utopia.”

He grabbed me by the arm and ushered us over to the side, away from the middle of the walkway.

“Listen, you can’t be here. You need to leave.” My father spoke with a hushed yet stern tone.

I jerked my arm free from his grasp, and despite the alarm bells ringing in my head, I stayed put. “I’m not going anywhere until I have answers.”

“Well, sometimes we don’t always get what we want.” He huffed.

“But you owe me.”

“I owe you nothing. Now leave.”

I gasped. “How can you say that? After all this time, how can you stand there and say that to me?”

“Simple, I cut you out of my life for a reason.”

“So, there isn’t even a little part of you that missed me, a little piece of your heart that holds any love for me . . . your daughter?” I asked, despising the level of hurt in my voice that I was powerless to mask.

I felt weak and was annoyed that he was seeing me this way.





“No,” he simply stated.

“Why? What did I ever do that was so bad? Why didn’t you want me?”

No matter how hard I’d convinced myself I didn’t care about his opinion of me, being there with his eyes locked on mine, there was no denying it was the hardest confrontation I’d ever faced. What child didn’t need, crave, and or rely on love from their parents?

As I waited with bated breath for him to rationalize the motives behind his decision that changed the course of my life and very likely his, I found my tough girl exterior armor losing its momentum.

“Because I never did.” A sob slipped from me with his admission. “I’m a selfish bastard who never wanted a family, much less a child.” He waved.

His statement was a knife to the heart. A heart that had had its strength tested repeatedly. A heart that was done being trampled all over by those that weren’t deserving and or worthy. A heart that had hardened over time to become more resilient with every decision I’d made that had brought me to this pivotal turning point.

Plain and simple, I deserved more. I was worthy of love, and I wasn’t about to play the victim card and let his lack of affection toward me stop me from seeking and obtaining all I ought to have in life and feel fulfilled in the process.



About Cheryl Sloan:

Cheryl Sloan lives an hour outside Toronto with her husband, two children, and has a love for all things creative. With the unwavering support and encouragement of her husband, she decided to abandon her comfort zone and pursue her dream of becoming a published author. When she’s not lost in crafting her character’s world or cuddled up with a good book and her lapdog Labradoodle, she can be found spending quality time with her family and hanging out at the ballpark supporting their favorite MLB team.


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THE LAST RULE OF MAKE-UPS by Nina Crespo @ninacrespo21 @inkslingerpr

Today we have the release day blitz for THE LAST RULE OF MAKE-UPS by Nina Crespo! Check out the sexy new romance and grab your copy today!


Author: Nina Crespo

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About The Last Rule of Makes-ups:

Cori Ross is thanking her lucky stars. Sure, her long-time boyfriend just dumped her, but that’s a good thing. In her rush to find Mr. Right, she realizes she almost settled for Mr. Just Okay. And that’s definitely not okay. So, tonight, she’s out with her friends at the Breakup Bash—a private party for women celebrating their break-ups—and she’s actually celebrating. Still, it was too close a call. So she makes a deal with herself—no guys for six months. Unfortunately, just as she’s leaving the club, she runs into her old boyfriend, Grey Latham—the guy she’d always wanted to be Mr. Right. Great. What a time to swear off guys. Maybe she needs to change the deal—no relationships for six months. There’s no reason why she can’t have a fling, right? Because Grey still holds the title of the best sex she’s ever had. There’s no way this could go wrong. Grey is on his way to international DJ fame—he’s only in town for a short time, and then he’ll be gone again. No harm in burning up the sheets while it lasts. Too bad neither expected what happened next…

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Grey backed her up against the rack on the left wall and gripped the edge of the shelf near the sides of her head. He leaned in, and his hard chest brushed against the sensitive tips of her breasts. He pressed a kiss near her ear. “I’m not playing with you.” Desire shallowed her breathing as she reached for the tucked edges of the towel. “No games here.” The doorbell rang, and the front door lock disengaged. Her hands froze, and Grey’s head snapped up. The security system chimed with the opening of the door. “Cori,” her mother called out. “It’s me.” Panic blazed through Cori. In a matter of seconds, her mom would walk into the kitchen and see… She glanced down at Grey’s erection jutting out from the towel. Shit! Pushing past him, she whispered, “Stay here.” “Wait—” Cori rushed out, just closing the door behind her when Adina Ross came down the hallway. “There you are.” Her petite mom, neat and comfortable looking in beige capri pants, a loose navy shirt, and matching flats, stuffed her keys in a navy shoulder bag as she walked into the kitchen. “Sorry for barging in and not waiting for you to answer the door, but I made the mistake of asking your favorite neighbor how she was doing.” Her mom’s light brown face was free of makeup. Soft creases formed at the corners of her eyes as she chuckled and gave Cori a brief hug. “That woman talked for ten minutes straight about her root canal. She was about to go into the neighborhood drama report before I finally got away from her.” “But it’s Saturday. Don’t you have a standing hair appointment this afternoon?” Her mom smoothed a hand over her ebony hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. “I’m on my way there, but I needed to talk to you first. What were you so busy doing that you couldn’t call me back?” “I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. We were out late catching up.” “And this morning?” Images from earlier flashed in Cori’s mind of her and Grey on the couch…and of him standing in her pantry closet wearing nothing but a towel and a hard-on. Well, he probably didn’t have the hard-on anymore.


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Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions — the beach, a good glass of wine, date night with her own real-life hero and dancing.   Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a “borrowing spree” in her older sister’s bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel. Let Nina’s sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after. Stay connected with Nina on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest or through her newsletter.

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Millicent Glenn’s Last Wish: A Novel by Tori Whitaker @ToriLWhitaker





Millicent Glenn is self-sufficient and contentedly alone in the Cincinnati suburbs. As she nears her ninety-first birthday, her daughter Jane, with whom she’s weathered a shaky relationship, suddenly moves back home. Then Millie’s granddaughter shares the thrilling surprise that she’s pregnant. But for Millie, the news stirs heartbreaking memories of a past she’s kept hidden for too long. Maybe it’s time she shared something, too. Millie’s last wish? For Jane to forgive her.

Sixty years ago Millie was living a dream. She had a husband she adored, a job of her own, a precious baby girl, and another child on the way. They were the perfect family. All it took was one irreversible moment to shatter everything, reshaping Millie’s life and the lives of generations to come.

As Millie’s old wounds are exposed, so are the secrets she’s kept for so long. Finally revealing them to her daughter might be the greatest risk a mother could take in the name of love.


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Excellent book At times very deep and emotional Now I have to write the review to sum it all up. So the story is told only 1 pov and alternating past and present chapters. This appeals to me much more for continuity, The three generations of Millie, Jane and Kelsey are told via Millie’s pov. It tugs at the heart at certain points. There are so many time period references that made me smile. I remember watching black and white All My Children and then listening to The Guiding Light on radio. Those were the days. The marriages in the fifties will be odd for younger readers but it was a point in time when those were to unspoken rules.

What I loved most was Pauline. She was the best friend and next door neighbor that everyone should have. She was the one that Millie was honest with. When Millie did not want the honesty and opinion it didnt matter she was getting it from Pauline.

This is a must read novel

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About Tori Whitaker

Tori Whitaker grew up in the Midwest. She now resides outside of Atlanta, Georgia where she and her husband of more than forty years live near their two sons and their families. Tori belongs to the Historical Novel Society and her feature article, “Multi-Period Novels: The Keys to Weaving Together Two Stories from Different Time Periods,” appeared in the Historical Novels Review. Tori graduated from Indiana University and is chief marketing officer for a national law firm. She is also an alum of the Yale Writers’ Workshop. Millicent Glenn’s Last Wish is her first novel. Visit Tori at


Famous by Association by Leddy Harper @givemebookspr @LeddyHarper


Title: Famous by Association
Author: Leddy Harper
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2020


I’d spent years separating myself from my twin sister in every possible way. Until one day, I was offered a lot of money to pretend to be her. 


It was supposed to be easy.
Look like her, dress like her, act like her. Don’t make friends, don’t be nice, and don’t fall in love. Get in and get out.
But I should’ve known that it wouldn’t be that simple. Being Tiffany Lewis’s twin sister was hard enough…beingTiffany Lewis was much, much worse.
A famous twin, a hunky neighbor who could ruin it all, and a film crew…what could possibly go wrong?
Everything. Everything could go wrong.
Horribly wrong.



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We were face to face, and the room was still rather dim due to the storm that still raged beyond the window. I was very much aware that we were alone. No one could see us, no one could judge us; it was just him and me.


So I went for it.
Using my grip on his shirt, I tugged him closer while pushing up on my tiptoes, bringing our mouths together. It was soft and hesitant at first, but then I got a taste of him, and damn, was I hungry for more.
He brought his hands to my waist, which caused me to hesitate for a moment because I thought he was about to push me away. But when I felt him tighten his grip and pull my body against his, I knew it was safe to keep going.
His tongue slipped past my lips while I threaded my fingers through his hair.
We took one step back. Then another. Then another until he was sat on the sofa, my knees on either side of his hips. It was hot, and steamy, and sexy, and everything else I thought it would be. The one thing I didn’t expect was for it to be short lived.
And unfortunately, it was very short lived.
Out of nowhere, Jacoby pushed me away. Not just pushed me away, but he physically lifted my body off his lap and set me down on the cushion next to him. “Tiffany…” Talk about a mood kill; calling me by my evil sister’s name was like dousing me with below-freezing water. “You’re engaged.”
I didn’t need to hear any more. That was enough for me.
I got up and rounded the couch, not bothering to think about anything other than getting the heck out of there. I didn’t care if I left anything behind; I could replace it. What I couldn’t replace, though, was my dignity.
He called after me, but I ignored him as I opened the door and took off in the torrential downpour. Thunder rumbled all around me, the sky lit up like the Fourth of July, but that didn’t stop me. I didn’t care. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to get home.
I didn’t want to be Tiffany freaking Lewis anymore.




Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.

She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.She is now a mother of three girls.

The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.


Blue Ridge Murder by Carolyn LaRoche @CarolynLaRoche @givemebookspr

Title: Blue Ridge Murder
Series: Marshall Brothers #2
Author: Carolyn LaRoche
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 26, 2020


Parole Officer Alayna Baron fell in love once. Never again. The only relationship she needed was with her job. When her roommate surprises her with a long weekend in the mountains, she reluctantly agrees—completely unaware it’s a singles’ matchmaking event. 


Detective Evan Marshall, widowed at a very young age, thought he’d had his one chance at love. When his brothers send him away for the weekend, the thought of romance never crossed his mind. At least, not until he found the intriguing Alayna stranded on the side of the road.
When a massive snow storm closes the roads and bodies start piling up at the inn where they are staying, Evan and Alayna join forces in an attempt to keep the other guests safe. But even with a murderer hidden amongst them, Evan and Alayna find a spark neither was looking for. If only they can stay alive long enough to explore it…





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The darkness parted as headlights rounded the bend behind her car, snapping her back to her current situation. The Jeep Wrangler rolled to a stop behind her truck as the driver side window lowered. “Hey!” The driver waved to her. “You okay?” 


Alayna motioned to her disabled car, still sitting on the ground. “Just fabulous. Some idiot ran me into the side of the mountain, but I found a real comfy spot to go ahead and freeze to death, so I’m good.”
The man laughed as he opened the door and stepped out of his car. The medical boot he wore on his left foot caught her attention immediately. She pointed at the boot. “You’re in worse shape than me. Maybe you should just stay in the car?”
He shook his head. “I’m a pro with this thing now. Are you injured at all?”
Snowflakes had already attached themselves to his dark blond hair. Alayna watched as he moved easily across the slippery pavement, only limping slightly.
“I’m fine. Aside from being stuck in the middle of nowhere in the dark during a snowstorm.” With a man who could be a godsend—or a serial killer.
When he reached her, he extended a hand. Alayna debated for half a second on letting the man help her up. Still a little off kilter from her accident, she gave in though, suspecting the slick roadway would have its way with her again if she didn’t.
Together they walked to her wrecked vehicle. He folded his arms over his chest as he inspected the damage to her SUV. One of the big snowflakes clung to his ridiculously long lashes. Alayna resisted the urge to wipe it away.
“It looks like your axle took a beating too. Not gonna be able to put on a spare.” He laughed. “Not that it would matter.”
Alayna shrugged and waved toward the front end of her truck. “Good thing I don’t have one to put on. That steam coming out from under the hood is probably gonna be a problem too. Thus, me being stranded on a mountain in a snowstorm.”
He looked her over carefully, as though considering whether to leave her there or maybe wear her skin someday. His intense scrutiny made her uncomfortable even while she kind of liked the way his blue eyes darkened to match the night sky.
Something about him seemed very familiar. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. Not just the fact that he kinda looked like Ted Bundy.
Shifting his weight from his injured foot, he looked from her to the damaged car.
“Do you have someone to call?”
“I have plenty of people to call. It’s just gonna take them about three or four hours to get here.” She pursed her lips, then frowned down at the cell phone she held in her hand. “I guess I can walk the rest of the way after I call for roadside assistance. Oh wait, I forgot, no service on my phone. Lucky me.”
As though Mother Nature wanted to gloat, the wind picked up. Snow swirled around them as a gust whipped past.
“Where you headed?” the man asked, yelling over the howl of the wind.
Alayna considered for a moment whether or not she should divulge that information, but finally decided she might be able to outrun the injured man if he did, in fact, turn out to be a killer. And she did have her gun on her if she needed it. It seemed like a better plan than freezing to death. Besides, she just couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d met him before, which made her feel like he was safe enough. “Blue Ridge Lodge.”
He chuckled. “Winter Singles’ Weekend Getaway?”
Madeline hadn’t mentioned anything about it being a singles’ getaway. If this were true, her best friend would be hearing from her as soon as she had service again. What a waste of a trip—and a perfectly good vehicle. She had no intention of dating ever again, and her roommate knew that. He didn’t need to know she’d been duped though.
Narrowing her eyes at his teasing tone, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah. You got a problem with that?”
He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Not at all. My brothers signed me up for the same adventure as a gift. They think I’m depressed and it would cheer me up.”
“Depressed? That’s an interesting reason to send you on a dating retreat.” She shook her head, really beginning to consider the serial killer possibility.
“They’re wrong.” He winked.
Alayna shrugged. “My best friend thinks I need to spend more time with people my own age.”
He gave her an odd look but didn’t push the subject. “I can give you a ride the rest of the way. We can leave your car here for the tow truck. Then you won’t freeze to death waiting. In weather like this, it could take a while for them to get up here.”
Alayna looked from him to the car and back again. The temperature seemed to drop by the minute, and the snow fell faster and harder with each lost degree. She could realistically freeze to death by morning if she stayed. If she went, she could become the next missing person in the state of Virginia. Or she could be warm, dry, and fed within the hour. Her stomach growled, chiming in its vote for a meal.
She felt confident she could defend herself against the man. The storm, however, she was much less sure of that.
“Okay. Thanks. I’ll take the ride. I just need to grab my stuff.”






Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband and their two sons. She’s been known to lug her laptop to the baseball fields and keeps a notebook by her bed to jot down the next big story idea in the wee hours of the night.

BRENNAN by Anna Castor @inkslingerpr

We are so excited to be sharing a brand new excerpt of BRENNAN by Anna Castor! If you love family stories, you won’t want to miss BRENNAN. It’s coming your way October 2nd–pre-order your copy today!


Errin’s homesick phone calls to her family in Jersey were getting longer and more frequent. Moving to Austin so the three Walsh sisters could be together again had been a total bust. With her mind set on her final shot at making it as a dancer back in Jersey, she never saw the handsome and broody bartender coming. Falling for the eleven year older Mills brother is exactly NOT what she needs right now.

Within the first thirty seconds in meeting Errin for the first time, Brennan concluded they would never be a thing or even friends for that matter.But then one night, Brennan sees Errin in a different light. Has the best thing that could ever happen to him been sitting right under his nose all this time? Their push and pull is making him crazy. Brennan finally found the one that could match him and he is all in. But is Errin? Or is Brennan too late?

Lucky Irish series: Brennan is the third book in the funny, sweet and steamy Lucky Irish series about the love lives of several Irish families in Austin, Texas. Each book is an interconnected standalone, a new sexy romance but let us also catch up with favorite characters from the series.

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Why, oh why, had she drank so much last night? Halloween… Birthday cake… Her brothers who flew in to surprise her… Kissing Brennan….

Back up… Kissing Brennan? She shot up in bed but wished she hadn’t. She groaned at the piercing pain inside her brain. Nooo, she kissed him? Hmm, come to think of it. He kissed her. Ha, that old fox, eh?

And he never once gave her the least bit of attention these past months. Huh. She never took the time to let her mind go there with him. Sure, he wasn’t hard to look at. Okay—breathtakingly beautiful in a dark and moody way was more descriptive of his looks.

But Errin had been around the block. She could spot an emotionally detached bachelor from a mile away. And Brennan had it written all over that handsome, worry lined face of his. Not to mention that as a Mills brother, he was sort of family now since both of her sisters had paired up with two of his four brothers.

She lifted the comforter and was happy to find her leotard and tutu still intact. Her ballet slippers were in a pool of white-laced ribbon next to the bed, but she didn’t have time to put on her shoes and tie the ribbon around her calves. She needed to get out of here. Now.

What happened last night, hmm just hours ago, had been a mistake. A glance at her phone told her it was five in the morning. She checked if her cards and key were in her phone case. She opened the flash light app on her phone and turned off the bedside lamp.

Her pedicured black painted toenails showed in the harsh and tunneled light. She tilted her phone and spotted a door. Next up was grabbing her shoes before tiptoeing around the room. When the snoring from the other room continued, she took a few pensive steps.

She pushed the door, and it creaked open. She cringed at the sound. The snoring grew louder, and she grinned. Brennan must have been used to it, as he often let Pops crash in his apartment.

She opened the door to the stairs leading down to the pub when a rough hand grabbed her shoulder.

“What the fuck?” roared a deep voice behind her.

She gasped and almost shit herself in angst. She stumbled backwards, and the room tilted upside down as she careened down the stairs. Her head hit the wall.

“Ouch. That hurts,” she said, rubbing her head.

“Errin! Fuck!” Brennan shouted. He reached down with rough hands and picked her up. He held her close to his warm body, the scent of sandalwood engulfing her.

“Come,” he whispered in her hair.

She leaned in and sniffed behind Brennan’s ear. He smelled so damn nice. He tensed and cleared his throat.

“Ye fuckin’ scared me half to death. What were ye even thinkin’ of doin’ out there?”

Brennan’s reprimanding and stern voice brought her out of her haze. The Mills brothers only threw out the Irish sounding ‘ye’s’ when pissed off.

Well, she’d show him pissed off.

“I wanted to bump and grind your stairway, asshole. What else did you think I wanted to do?”

He walked them back into the apartment that was flooded in light.

“What’s all that ruckus about? Boyo!”

Pops stood halfway in the spare bedroom’s doorway in red plaid pajamas with his hand still on the light switch in the living room. His gray hair pointed in all directions and he eyed them. Oh, how she loved that massive grumpy bear.

“It was nothing. Go back to bed, Pops.”

“Don’t ye tell yer grandfather to go back to bed, ye brat. I’ll tell ye, I might be old, but you’ll never send me away like a damn child. Ye hear?”

“I’m sorry, Pops.” Brennan sighed and his warm breath tickled Errin’s neck, making her shudder. He tightened his grip on her. “She just scared the ever living shit out of me.”

“Ahh, if that ain’t me dear lass,” Pops said, eyes gleaming. “Will ye look at that? Now, ain’t youse two a sight for sore eyes?”

Errin squeaked when Brennan almost let her slip out of his hands.

“Okay, Pops. Let it go.”

“Aye, boyo. I’ll let youse alone. Give youse some private time, eh?” Pops’ smiling face was infectious, making Errin grin.

“Pops—” But Pops held up his big calloused hand and shut the door behind him. Pops put on some old Frank Sinatra song and when the first frolic tunes of ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin’ started, Brennan snorted.

“Shit. The older he gets, the more—”

“I love Pops. He’s the best. He’s the only one who can handle me and my big mouth,” Errin folded her arms over her chest and jutted her chin at him.

Brennan guffawed, his inky hair falling over his eyes as he glanced down at her in his arms. “Oh, I can handle you just fine.”

She rolled her eyes before she narrowed them at him. “Will you just set me down already?”

He walked them over to his worn but comfy looking brown couch. He sat her down, the spot on the couch underneath her bum still warm where he’d just been sleeping. “So. What do we have here?” he said before he took a seat on the edge of the low coffee table in front of her.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of worn gray sweatpants. His strong pecs distracted her enough to not wince from her pain as he trailed a finger over her hurt ankle.

Hair covered his chest, making him somehow even manlier. If she leaned in just a teeny bit, she could suck on his pointy nipple. Was he aroused or just cold? He knelt before her just in time before she did something stupid.

“Let me have a closer look.”

He picked up her left leg and a sharp pain stung in her ankle. “Ouch! That hurts, ass—”

“Well, at least that big mouth of yours still works.” He smirked.

“It takes a lot more than some bastard stairs to shut me up.”

He chuckled and shook his head. She narrowed her eyes. “You’re so full of yourself. I mean, it ain’t even funny.”

“You know, Bunny… I have my ways to shut you up. It worked just fine last night, so if you don’t stop running your mouth, I’m—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Don’t tell me you kissed me because you wanted me to shut up. How old are you? Like twelve? Can’t even admit that—”

And then he kissed her.


But oh, this time it was an even angrier kiss than before. He grabbed the back of her head to hold her in place as he set the pace, growling into her open mouth. She loved the way he took control of the kiss. And even her.

His other hand traveled up from her calf to her thigh and halted at her hip. She placed her hand on his chest, familiarizing her fingers with his chest hair.

He grabbed her toned waist and scooted her to the edge of the couch. She slid her leg around his waist and her ankle smarted, sending a jolt of pain through her foot.

“Aaah. Fuck. That hurts,” she cried.

“I don’t want to interrupt ye party, but I also don’t want to listen to an entire CD of Frank at five in the mornin’. Can yous two tone down ye Irish fire?” Pops bellowed.



Anna loves to write heartfelt and steamy romance series. She falls in love with her characters as they go through their ups and downs. Anna laughs out loud behind her laptop as she writes the banter between siblings. Sometimes she cries as a result from the real talk that comes with family. There’s no hiding from a nosy Pops 😉 Her books are for mature readers only because of their steamy content.

Author of the Lucky Irish series. A series about several large and close-knit Irish families in Austin, TX with strong heroines, quirky family banter and steamy alpha’s.

Anna is a former wedding photographer turned author. While photographing weddings, Anna loved being a part of the couple’s special day to tell their (love) story through her pictures. Each wedding had a different story to tell: the histories of the bride and groom, their family dynamics, their challenges in life, and of course, how they met and fell in love.

And now Anna takes her readers through the troubles and hardships her characters may come across on their journey to a happily ever after.

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