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.
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!
“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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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!
Title: THE LAST RULE OF MAKE-UPS
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.
About the Author:
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 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.
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
About Tori Whitaker
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.
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.
About ANNA CASTOR
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.
When she’s not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.
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kissed my best friend.
life changed and I went from being an unknown kid from a small town to a
world-renowned rock star. Before leaving Gaspar, I told Ali we’d still be
together. I made promises I didn’t keep, and I lied over and over again. I
threw our plans out the window and made a life for myself.
to go home, because touring keeps me away. We haven’t been in touch in years,
but after this tour, I’m heading home to find the only person who knows my
deepest, darkest secret, and beg for forgiveness.
kissed my best friend, and his name is Alejandro Barerra. My Ali.
me for the broken promises or for breaking his heart, and I’m afraid he’ll
never want to talk to me again, but he’s the only one who knows the real me,
and I’m determined to win him back. Even if it means risking it all.
bestselling author, finding joy in giving readers books for every mood.
Born in a small town in New Mexico, Isabel was lucky enough to escape and
travel the world thanks to her husband’s career in the Air Force. Her and her
husband have three kids and two dogs together, and currently reside in
Delaware. When Isabel isn’t on mommy duty or writing her next book, she can be
found reading, or in the nearest Target buying things she doesn’t need.
Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can
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